Today I went to my usual creative writing class in Lang'ata Maximum Women Prison. I was late due to a ridiculous traffic jam and by the time I was getting to class, the girls (inmates) were practicing a skit they plan on performing this December.
After saying my whispered hallos, I went into a room they use to study law to sit with a colleague who wasn't participating in the act. He was with someone I regard as a good friend serving some three years over a drug trafficking charge.
As soon as I sat, Mr. Peter (the colleague) excused himself to allow Thea share what they called bad news. My heart raced and having the benefit of having served a sentence there, I braced for the worst.
We were discussing the rumor that has been spreading around since my last class on Thursday when a guard demanding I never ever be left alone with Thea again stormed the room. I wanted the world to open wide and swallow me whole.
You see, the accusation was leaning on homosexuality which is very illegal in Kenya. Apparently, my hugging Thea so tight than the other inmates was translated to us being lovers. It is the signal for 'something is going on between two inmates for those behind bars in Kenya'.
My colleagues had to come and defend me as inmates have no right to such pleasures so I am in the clear but I am still hurt. Somebody lied about me. Someone among the people I have devoted my Tuesday and Thursday mornings. If that accusation somehow stuck this is Kenya, anything is possible, I would've gotten a FOURTEEN-year sentence as soon as this afternoon.
I wonder if I should still keep going there for my classes... Because I have this life-threatening fear of ending up in prison as a prisoner.
Pixabay.
Moving on...
December is close and I still can't figure out how I will handle it. Much needs to be done and Steem is swimming in low prices... so as much as one wants to spend so much time here and interact, real life remains too stubborn for such. Life can be such a bitch... literally.
Having that in mind then recalling that interaction here is still so hard... I somehow feel lost. Ain't we the same people who upvote posts we haven't read? I have done it a few times and to me, it feels like cheating.
Why, you ask?
If a contest happening over at 
Should I go on with the project I wonder. Interaction truly can give someone the morale to keep going even as there are no rewards. Interaction can help those of us seeking to better our craft. Interaction can save a soul somewhere out there.
Why do we keep pushing? How do we keep pushing? Where does the strength to brush aside our 'issues' for a greater picture come from? My well is running low on everything!
I should stop typing. And this my way of silencing my demons so kindly approach this as more than a rant.