THE REVOLUTION SHALL NOT BE TELEVISED!

I never knew how much I get into people nerves till this one guy, a classmate of mine had to indulge in alcohol on one evening to gather the courage to give me a call about it. I am the class rep and by so, I am the link between the lecturer and the students. They (lecturers) tell me when classes are postponed, when CATs are due, when classes are cancelled and so forth and I, good servant of the people, give that information to the students. I am not a sweet guy. I hate stupid questions that if one took time to think before they would ask, they would get the answers themselves. That has gotten me into wrong books with a number of people. Some say I am arrogant, proud, have a bad attitude etc just because I prefer not to answer some of the questions they ask (like, ‘Is there a class right now? What is the lecturer teaching…ITS SCHEDULED ON THE TIMETABLE AND YOU COME TO CLASS AND KNOW WHAT IS BEING TAUGHT!!) But I did not know one had to go as far as drinking alcohol to call me about it. I swear he was drank. I tried to figure out what might have been wrong with that guy. Was he dumped? Was he having a bad day? Was it that time of the month? Yes! I know guys who get moody at a certain point in the month like the have an equivalent of the female cycle. It’s a shocking world isn’t it?
‘We Mokaya itabidi utuheshimu’
‘Okay’ I respond.
‘ we ni clas rep aina gani kama huheshimu watu?’
The he starts using crude language on me. I mean what is wrong with this guy? You are overstepping your bounds as far as calling me is concerned. I don’t even know you. My class has like 40 students. Some of which I do not even know. I interact with a number of people but don’t chase people who walk in cliques and value their solitude. So I hang up on this guy because it’s a Saturday night. It’s just the end of my Sabbath. I do not want to get mad because these sort of things vex my spirit. He calls again. I pick and end the call. AGAIN!! Okay I pick and place it on the table. I think he talked for like a minute and realized that was futile.
I screen his number. This son of a bitch. What is wrong with this guy!! Somebody??
I am mad anyway. I love my peace and calm. I do not like people interrupting that and worse, doing so in a cowardly manner. This guy had a whole semester to tell me about all that crap he was saying over the phone drank.
So I text him the next day after I receive a text from him saying I am a coward and should pick his calls. That I do not respect people and to live in harmony with people, I ought to earn my respect. First of all, I do not know this guy properly. I do not know where he lives. I do not know his third name. I do not know whether he wears supras and purple t-shirts or skinny jeans. I do not know whether he has pierced his ears. Does he have a mo-hawk or something? This guy is not my friend. What does he know about living in harmony? I tell him to show up in school and air his grievances to me in person. I do not do phone stuff. I find it feminine. No offense meant.
Monday 11 am he knocks at my hostel’s door. Heck! I hate people who wake me up before I think of willingly doing so. I refuse to open the door till he says he is the guy who called me on Saturday. I am obliged to see him. I would love to see this guy who thinks he has so much sense that he would like to share some of it, with me.
He is the skinny jeans type. Loafers and white socks. He has this small coat and his jeans have decorations. He seems a cocky guy. He has this arrogant face like he knows what he is doing and I am a spoilt kid in need of the way. The right way, because it seems I am losing it.
He tells me outside, people are complaining about me. People are saying I am rude. People cannot contain it anymore and if I do not willingly change, the will pass a vote of no confidence against me. THREAT DETECTED! This guy is threatening me. First this job does not pay. I like it because it makes me go to class. It keeps me in check. So he thinks I value it like my life depends on it. ‘I did not know our class has a Complaints department. So do you like have a site or blog or hotline for complaints? Because I have many you know?’ I ask him because I do not understand what he is telling me. He doesn’t understand what I am saying. I give him the class advisors number and tell him to call her because boy! He is probably 19. A teenager. If she isn’t available, she can try the vice chancellor. He doesn’t know a thing about changing attitude. How dare he show up at my place and tell me to change my attitude! Where did this guy school? Or maybe he forgot the rules. He is not my mother because ‘No Man is another Man’s mother. I tell him to go away. I have heard enough nonsense. If he continues, he is going to deny other people a chance to give me crap today because I would have had enough. He stands and tells me, ‘Mokaya usipochange, mimi sikudanyangyi. Tutakutoa kama Gadaffi. Tutakusmoke” (if I do not change, he and other will bring about a revolution and they will end my reign)
The revolution. They or rather he and whoever else want to oust me. They want to revolutionize the class. Here it comes though it will not be televised. I think he did ask me to resign if I do not change my ways. I just forgot to tell him, ‘I Would Rather Die Than Resign’