My enemies now want to kill me

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.

Rising star

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.