The United States experience Pt. 1
I am well dressed. My shoes perfectly polished. I got a neck-tie. It’s grey in color. I love to wear a red tie, but it’s so common. I hate being common. I hate being ordinary too. Moreover I selected grey because my pant is grey. (By pant I mean my trouser? I need some sort of matching. I am allergic to color clashing. I am allergic to multi-colors too. It feels kind of awkward to look like a rainbow or Christmas tree. I am in Grey and black only.
I am a guest today. I am set to address a group of inmates In a Maximum Security Facility two hours away. Sometimes I embrace discipline. I wonna be there an hour before time. I am supposed to have a session with inmates of this Facility. This program is called Kairos. Kairos is a Greek word that means “God’s time”. I have participated in the Kairos retreat for quite sometime. They love my heavy accent. They love my eloquent religious rhetoric too. Damn it, I am just loveable. If you don’t like am the type I am least interested in.
It’s 6.30 am. Am driving along King Street. For those who don’t know, King street in the longest street, and probably the main street in this small town called WINDSOR, NORTH CAROLINA. I am to drive to some town near Raleigh or even far from Raleigh. I have never been there before. I am confident that my GPS will lead me. It directs me in a manner too suggest that it has been there before. I turn left onto US-17 S/E waters which on turning left merges me to Interstate US 64 west.
For some reasons I feel so blessed. I am possessed by some sort of esteem and a mass of enthusiasm. My music is in full blast. At some point I am literally dancing in the car. Unconsciously I am riding 71 M/h. the speed limit is 55. But who cares. I don’t. I feel like I am the centre of the universe and that every other creation revolves around me. I lie to myself that all other people are created to entertain me. They tell me I got a gorgeous smile. Some adore my dental formula. Some say am good looking. Only one lady who never noticed my beauty. I was 14. I kind of liked her. No, I really liked her. She did not like me. She once insulted me. She boldly reprimanded me and told me to my face that I look like a Warthog. Gosh, I hate warthogs. A warthog is a wild pig. They are ugly. Real ugly. She was also kind enough to offer me a free advice. That I look at myself, and look at her and judge for myself whether we match. I am obedient. I looked at myself, then Looked at her. And I made a judgement. I indeed looked like a warthog. I only lacked a tail.
I just passed the Roanoke River basin. I am near this town called Williamston. I am still on a higher speed. I notice a Dodge behind me. It’s real moving fast. It’s a state trooper. I used my rear mirrors to confirm the Police officer. He is in Sunglasses. He is not smiling. Truly I am in the wrong. I was 20 miles above the required speed. This frustrates my ego. I am no longer the centre of the universe. He is. My fate is sorely in his hands. I need to be humble. I reduce the speed to 55. He is still following me. He is not passing. Could he be admiring my car? No. I don’t have a fancy car. It’s a Honda Civic 2010 model. It has 120000 miles on it. Why isn’t he pulling me down? I am psychologically prepared to see the blue lights and my ears eagerly waiting to listen to the heart breaking Siren.
To be honest I feel guilty. I am now suspicious. Why is he following me? What is he up to? I notice the speed limit is now 70. I accelerate. I just passed exit 514. He cop is right behind me. Good, I need to avoid him. I follow exit 512 and after the Stop sign I turn left towards Greenville. Gosh, he right behind me. I am now tensed. I don’t know where I am going. My GPS is telling me to make a U – turn. I turn left towards Ribeyes Stake House. It is so early. This restaurant is closed. It’s 6.45 am. I make another left. I am at the parking lot of Holiday Inn. I don’t see the cop. I am victorious. I am blessed. I breathe in and out. I am now relaxed. Just as I set to reverse the car and proceed with my Journey, a different cop’s car pulls up. This car is written sheriff, Martin County. I feel like cracking down. (To be continued).
I am a guest today. I am set to address a group of inmates In a Maximum Security Facility two hours away. Sometimes I embrace discipline. I wonna be there an hour before time. I am supposed to have a session with inmates of this Facility. This program is called Kairos. Kairos is a Greek word that means “God’s time”. I have participated in the Kairos retreat for quite sometime. They love my heavy accent. They love my eloquent religious rhetoric too. Damn it, I am just loveable. If you don’t like am the type I am least interested in.
It’s 6.30 am. Am driving along King Street. For those who don’t know, King street in the longest street, and probably the main street in this small town called WINDSOR, NORTH CAROLINA. I am to drive to some town near Raleigh or even far from Raleigh. I have never been there before. I am confident that my GPS will lead me. It directs me in a manner too suggest that it has been there before. I turn left onto US-17 S/E waters which on turning left merges me to Interstate US 64 west.
For some reasons I feel so blessed. I am possessed by some sort of esteem and a mass of enthusiasm. My music is in full blast. At some point I am literally dancing in the car. Unconsciously I am riding 71 M/h. the speed limit is 55. But who cares. I don’t. I feel like I am the centre of the universe and that every other creation revolves around me. I lie to myself that all other people are created to entertain me. They tell me I got a gorgeous smile. Some adore my dental formula. Some say am good looking. Only one lady who never noticed my beauty. I was 14. I kind of liked her. No, I really liked her. She did not like me. She once insulted me. She boldly reprimanded me and told me to my face that I look like a Warthog. Gosh, I hate warthogs. A warthog is a wild pig. They are ugly. Real ugly. She was also kind enough to offer me a free advice. That I look at myself, and look at her and judge for myself whether we match. I am obedient. I looked at myself, then Looked at her. And I made a judgement. I indeed looked like a warthog. I only lacked a tail.
I just passed the Roanoke River basin. I am near this town called Williamston. I am still on a higher speed. I notice a Dodge behind me. It’s real moving fast. It’s a state trooper. I used my rear mirrors to confirm the Police officer. He is in Sunglasses. He is not smiling. Truly I am in the wrong. I was 20 miles above the required speed. This frustrates my ego. I am no longer the centre of the universe. He is. My fate is sorely in his hands. I need to be humble. I reduce the speed to 55. He is still following me. He is not passing. Could he be admiring my car? No. I don’t have a fancy car. It’s a Honda Civic 2010 model. It has 120000 miles on it. Why isn’t he pulling me down? I am psychologically prepared to see the blue lights and my ears eagerly waiting to listen to the heart breaking Siren.
To be honest I feel guilty. I am now suspicious. Why is he following me? What is he up to? I notice the speed limit is now 70. I accelerate. I just passed exit 514. He cop is right behind me. Good, I need to avoid him. I follow exit 512 and after the Stop sign I turn left towards Greenville. Gosh, he right behind me. I am now tensed. I don’t know where I am going. My GPS is telling me to make a U – turn. I turn left towards Ribeyes Stake House. It is so early. This restaurant is closed. It’s 6.45 am. I make another left. I am at the parking lot of Holiday Inn. I don’t see the cop. I am victorious. I am blessed. I breathe in and out. I am now relaxed. Just as I set to reverse the car and proceed with my Journey, a different cop’s car pulls up. This car is written sheriff, Martin County. I feel like cracking down. (To be continued).
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