As one of the most successful people socially, academically and financially in Mwisho wa Lami and its environs, I have always been aware that there are people out there who are envious of my achievements.
But this has never worried me since, as my grandfather Amos always told me, only the successful are envied.
Envy is not a new thing to me. People have always been jealous of me.
But, if the recent intelligence reports I received from impeccable sources are true, it seems my enemies are ready and willing to do anything to stop me from rising.
These enemies of development have tried all manner of tricks to block me from achieving my dreams. Case upon case have been brought against me but, since I am as white as cotton, none has stuck.
When I joined university to pursue my degree, many of my colleagues dismissed it as a waste of money. But, soon, the TSC announced that, in future, only degree holders would head primary schools.
Teachers in this region knew that, in short, the government was saying that I will, in the very near future, be the only teacher eligible to head a school.
Indeed, opinion polls among teachers in at least three schools strongly indicated that, based on qualifications, I would be the next headmaster in those schools. As expected, the sitting heads and deputies did not like this. And that is where my problems began.
You will remember how our former HM stripped me of most school duties. I had thought he only did this because of his dislike for me but it was Saphire who opened my eyes.
“Dre, why did you tell everyone that you are doing a degree,” he asked me. “I was with some heads at Cosmos last week and they are very worried that you will soon be taking over their positions.”
He then told me that a plot was hatched to slow me down so that when TSC makes the long overdue decision to promote me, I would lack the requisite experience.
That is why, besides being demoted from the positions of senior master and chief timetabler, I was taken back to teach lower primary.
When the Headmaster was sent away in January, I expected to replace him. However, Juma sold his dairy cow, travelled to Nairobi and camped at the TSC offices for a week.
He returned with a letter appointing him to head the school. When he returned, Kwame took an emergency sacco loan and left for Nairobi and, a week later, came back with a letter appointing him deputy head.
These two were kind enough to appoint me the chief timetabler and director of studies, although I suspect they only did so to benefit from my laptop and unrivalled intellect.
But impeccable sources now indicate that the two have joined the other heads who are increasingly intimidated by my ever rising star.
As usual, it is my friend and village mate Saphire who revealed this classified information to me. A few days after my village, led by Apostle Overseer Elkana, the Spiritual Superintendent of THOAG Tabernacle Assembly, petitioned the Education minister over my predicament, Saphire, using his sister’s phone, flashed me several times before sending me several “Please Call Me” messages.
“Can we meet at Hitler’s?” he asked. When I told him we had a duty to promote our Chemi Chemi, he said he had confidential information that he wanted to share with me.
“Your colleagues should not know that we are meeting,” he said. So we met at Hitler’s last Tuesday. We sat at an isolated place – a sign that we did not want any disturbance.
Saphire, who has many sources at TSC headquarters and Jogoo House due to his many visits there during his three interdictions, had gathered some top secret information about me.
According to his sources, the minister for Education, on receiving the petition from Mwisho wa Lami, has asked his senior officials some hard questions.
“In fact, our DEO and AEO have been summoned to Nairobi to explain why a teacher who is almost completing his degree is still eating chalk while unqualified characters head schools,” Saphire said.
“In response, the DEO and AEO wrote that you have some pending cases that make you unsuitable to head a school.” I was shocked to hear this. “But my file is clean!” I said.
“Yes, that is what the senior officers found out and challenged them,” he said. I ordered the third pickup for Saphire, and second one for myself. This was an important meeting.
Once Hitler’s daughter, who happens to be our Class Seven monitor, served us and left, Saphire looked around to see if there was anywhere near, then whispered to my ear: “That is when some headmasters told the AEO of their plans.”
“What plans?” I asked. Moving closer to me, Saphire whispered: “Dre, this is top secret and don’t quote me. There are plans to eliminate you!”
“What! Who is planning this?” I asked, shocked.
“Stop shouting,” Saphire ordered. “Sitakwambia ni nani but the person who has been paid to do it is someone who knows you well.”
I started trembling.
“Who exactly and what should I do?” I asked.
“You need to be careful which route you use, what time you move around and where you eat.” I was now sweating.
“Shouldn’t I report to the police?” I asked him. He said no. “Police are part of the plan and will not help you.”
“I will be going to KU at the weekend, I only have a few days to be careful,” I said.
“These people are powerful and have someone at KU University, so be careful even in Nairobi.”
I was worried but I left for home. But, before leaving, I ordered another pickup for him. Saphire also asked me to loan him Sh350 for an emergency. How could I deny him after how he had advised me?
I used a different route but, when I got home, my mother told me some young man, whom they had never seen before, had been looking for me.
“He has just left. He never said why he wanted you,” Mum said. On hearing this, I could not doubt what Saphire had said.
Since then, I have changed my routine and do not take any food outside home. I avoid the 10 o’clock tea and staffroom lunch, although some ignorant teachers have been saying that ninaringa.
I also took additional security measures like buying a new padlock for my house and I have been walking with a pen-knife in my pocket.
I also visited Apostle Elkana for prayers. If they want, the police can investigate this case, but I will not report it to them.