The Me You Never Knew
The media held headlines calling me names from what they perceived about me, they were negative appraisal. No one cared to know who I am, all they cared about was the mistakes I have done, mistakes I have made from 15 years ago. "he's a wolf in sheep's clothing, he is a liar, he is a corrupt man, an imposter, etc." They said as I watched how they rant and fought for my removal. How soon they forgot what I have done to ensure they enjoy the life that they do now, how soon their praises of all I have done turned into evil comments, where did all the good I have done go and how soon they forgot how I sacrificed my all to give them happiness.
In silence I cried, burdened by their ingratitude. I was never a saint, I have a past just like everyone did. My past became my predator and there was no one to save me from its deadly nails. Before now I have people who had promised to stand by me as they ate from the national cake, they were eager to make promises of assurance, they called me a good man and told me how much I have made a change in the life of the people whom at some point were lost, but where were they when I needed them most? Among the crowd I saw them shouting along with the others raining curses and naming me the bad man.
I knew I was alone, it was time to accept the bitter truth. These were the people whom I had forsaken all for, these were the people I had invested all my money and time to ensure they live the life they have dreamt of, but now they judge my past, judge the man I was several years ago. I picked my broken pieces, left with nothing and walked past them with my head bow. I didn't want to look at the face of the men who betrayed me, I didn't want to be reminded of how much of a betrayal I face from the same men whom I have trusted.
This is the me they never knew, I have a past and it is the past that made me a better man who knows what his people needed. I am tough on the outside but soft from the inside, I wanted the best for them. Nothing mattered to me now but to see that men lived happily and that I was once like them and that's the reason I understood their pain. I was leaving, going to a far land where I would start afresh, now as a loner who understands that no one is forever friend, do the best you can and never expect anything in return.
I'm currently undergoing hivewatcher appeal