FOUR YEARS LATER……..
Fred sat comfortably on his chair downed in a black gown as he smiled continously.
Having gone through Pwani University for four years, it was time for the graduands to rip what they sowed.
For Fred, it was an easy journey and he definately knew he never sowed in the rocks. His mum and pastor Edith were equally present and were very jubilant on seeing him excel. They thanked God for everything and continued to praise Him.
All the graduands were sitting pensively waiting for the Academic regestra to confer degrees unto them.
Many murmured in low tones. Other sat patiently in the scorching sun waiting for their names to be called. On their faces, wild smiles were flashed from time to time a sign all was well.
Patience pays and it was time for the Academic Regestra to call out names.
“Bachelor of arts Law first honours degree we have…. Juma, Onyango,Ochieng ,Belinda……….”
It was this time Fred quickly craned his neck looking around to have a clear view of this lady called Belinda! His thoughts were flooded by the events that took place on that wedding day. He felt a pain cut through his heart as he bit his lower lip with regret.
Though he clearly knew the graduating Belinda was not the Belinda he knew, he was just curious. Yes.
“Mum….did they call my name??” Fred asked as quickly as he came back to his senses.
“Yes, they did…..Fred what is eating you again? Your mind and thoughts are not here my son?” His mum voiced with a concern.
“Mama am ok…. its just that i am having a magraine” Fred lied. For he never wanted her mum to know he is still thinking about Belinda….
All through, the graduation ceremony,Fred kept on thinking about Belinda as if Belinda was his source of oxygen.
Well,time passed and the activities at Pwani graduation square were coming to an end.
Fred and his family, were preparing to drive back to Nairobi when a feminine voice called Fred.
“Fred! Congratulation for your first class”
“Ooh…Sharon! Thank you my dear sister.” Fred said to his campus friend.
“Fred i want to tell you something” Sharon stated
“Ooh… well preach on girl?”
“I have never liked when you call me that!” Sharon blusted.
“Yes….. it makes me feel horrible” Sharon added as she glanced away.
“Ooh…. well … am sorry but what is that suppose to mean?” Fred asked curiously.
“I mean, i see you as my…. my….”
“HUSBAND?” Fred popped.
Sharon looked down and nodded her head in agreement.
“Sharon, i better go. I am not in a position to talk about that. I am sorry.” He said as he entered the car.
Sharon remained rooted at that very point. She watched as Fred drove away. She had feelings for him. But for four years she never opened her heart to Fred. That made her sick and bored.
She felt like crying but she was in public.
It was a long journey driving from Mombasa to Nairobi. Fred was an experienced driver and was able to drive all along.
They arrived in Nairobi the following morning feeling exhausted. And so they all rested.