Matiangi’s unexpected release of KCSE results had me throwing back to my days in High School. I can narrate of one incident that forever stuck on my mind.
The year was 2012 and I had just introduced myself to pop and rap culture. I was so much obsessed with anything that was related to The Weeknd and other artists of those time that were deemed dark, or as semi-illiterate guys would put it, “illuminati”. And I swear ignorance will be the death of many of us, because if illuminati was real, the only thing that was needed for me to be convinced to join The Elite, was to be told that The Weeknd, or Kanye West, or any other influential artist that I thought was extremely cool, was a member.
So the obsession with this artists led me inscribe some of their darkest lyrics on my exercise books. I’d first of all start by writing Illuminati,in graffiti manner, then follow with some lyrics I.e K. Dot’s BDKMV, “Am A Sinner, Who’s Probably Gonna Sin Again, Lord Forgive Me,” Abel’s Adaptation “I just did a little trade, traded our days for a little fame” and plenty more.
Unfortunately for me, our Maths Teacher, caught a peek of my lyrics when he had fancied a magazine leaf that I had used to cover my exercise book with, so he took it off to read it, and from that juncture onwards I’ve been convinced that the devil exists, and he doesn’t even sleep a wink. Mind you, this was an upcoming village school, therefore teachers here had the naivety of the highest level.
A commission of inquiry was hastily formed, and I was called in for “questioning” So it was true, the teachers whispered among themselves, that Illuminati did indeed existed. The questioning started. Understand that in our era, the era just before the “xaxa” era, any questioning was accompanied by serious beating, a beating that would compare to POW torture. Who had I recruited?? When did I joined?? Who were the other members?? The questions and the beating rained in successively.
They decided to conduct further forensic research, they went for my locker. The Deputy Head Teacher told me to take off my shirt so that they could see whether I had drawn any tattoos on my body, which I agreed to, for the sole reason of showing the female teachers my six pack, after all, some wise men said we should use any disaster to our advantage.
So as they were going through my locker, they came across my friend’s phone, then the mood in the office changed drastivally again. They acted as though they were about to sentence me with a 3 year-jail sentence, but decided to just throw me behind bars for life, or better still, death sentence. They didnt want no explanation on who was the phone’s owner (even if they’d asked i couldnt betray my fellow comrades) It was so much for a student to go through. In the end, they called an assembly and decided to tell the whole school to start praying from that day onwards, as the power of darkness were within vicinity, and even their agents.
I decided not to report to school until all the stigmatization reduced, which stretched to three weeks. They came for me with police officers, with that Land Rover 110. Anyway, life went on as usual.
