Arms

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Monday, 17/3
1800 hours

Our eyes locked… Pause. Then, go! I took to my feet as fast as I could not knowing what was awaiting me. I just had to, no doubt about it.

Do you remember the game ‘Temple Run?’ — The infinite chase between you and the beast. I stepped up the speed to run to a place I knew nothing of. Do you feel it? Do you feel the adrenaline rush? I know I do. The unimaginable power running through your veins powered by the fear of the unknown. I kept on running, no looking back, no going back and no tiring. I finally reached there. In fact at the nick of time just enough to lose my chaser but what I saw amazed me to the roots of my existence…

Argument

I recently read an essay by Lee. A. Jacobus on whether a leader should be armed. He also explains whether an armed leader is despised or respected; that is my cup of tea. In the fifteenth and early sixteenth century, it was common for a man to walk with a rapier for protection against robberies, especially a leader.

He goes on to say that a leader with a gun like Cuban’s Fidel Castro in an UN meeting gives a symbolic message to the world saying, “Look out, we’re dangerous!” Among the shot and assassinated world leaders like Martin Luther King Jr., President Sadat of Egypt, the Pope and President Reagan of the U.S you would never find them carrying a gun for protection yet they were respected. In my opinion, I think that to be respected, loved and remembered as a leader, one should use the power of influence and convincing through speech to point his/her people to the right direction.

Destination

… I flung the door open and ran to sit down. On reaching my chair, I came face to face with my nightmare — the beast. The ‘beast’ in this case was not the devil himself but the teacher on duty. He was the fiercest and most strict individual that walked on the face of the earth.

I was busy bullying an innocent ‘angel’ in his first year and the teacher caught me. (We’ll come to know later why the word angel is in quotes). I knew comprehensively the repercussions I would face and before I thought the teacher noted my face, I took off like a lion aiming for the antelope. Pain was not an option.

Conclusion

There I was, me and him (stone-faced) in the class, eye to eye; I standing there helplessly out of breath, waiting for my judgment.

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Arms | Mark Gacoka
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Do you remember the game ‘Temple Run?’ — The infinite chase between you and the beast. I stepped up the speed to run to a place I knew nothing of. Do you feel it? Do you feel the adrenaline rush?
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