I crawled to my bed sad, dejected and very weak with almost no strength in me any more. I tried striking a deal with my heart but to no avail. My bunk mate, James, was still out in the fields, possibly at mami market with friends buying a thing or two whilst charging his mobile phone (he does not take alcohol). The noxious noise from the next dormitory did not help matters. But I was not paying attention to their football argument. No I was not! I was on my bed with my eyes soaked in tears, my heart yawning for comfort and my head thinking through the day to see what wrong I've done to warrant such treatment.
