“The C61 has been like a mother. It has always led me safely from its intersection with the Kikuyu Road to the Kenya Science College down on Junction. I opened my first book at that institution. The first paper I ever wrote came from there. It was about nature. I wanted to become a biologist. I never made it. It did not take long to change my mind. I was a good student. Never a top one. I never missed a deadline and never was late. I just could not focus well. I was more of an outside person. I was constantly distracted by what I would see outside. I was an impatient kid. I always wanted the school to finish so that I could go out. Feel free. Once, I was caught walking outside. It was not allowed. I just wanted some air. I felt like I was suffocating in there. I ended up being sent home. It was one of the happiest days of my life. I got used to getting in trouble. After a while, I became good at finding ways to turn that around. It was when I least expected it that life got complicated; that mother got sick. She spent weeks at the hospital. She never made it. I dropped out of school the same day she went to heaven. 

    After she passed, it was never the same. I got lonely. I wanted to disappear. When this job opportunity came to knock on my door, I saw it as an opportunity. Since then, I had never moved on from the accident that took my mother away. Besides the many times that I thought of what stopped me from feeling happy again, I could not find a plausible answer. This job bought me time. It showed me that there may have been a way out, to see that outside I once loved and that all of a sudden turned so darker. Today, every time I travel the C61, I recall my days at the university. Mostly my mother. It makes me so sad. Among the good days that I remember there, I always end up disappointed. It reminds me of how life is suspended on a delicate thin wire; How every day we courageously step into the outside world may be the last one we will ever be able to remember, and everything may vanish to a place we can never have back.”

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