Kenneth Cole Eiii2 min read
I finally got their attention in my first year of college when I decided I would be better dead than to remain a member of the Cole family. I was sent off to an Ivy League school in the United States; if I thought I was lonely before, I signed up for ‘lost’ when I became a member of such a prestigious community. Everyone seemed to know everyone except myself; there was chatting and laughter everywhere I turned to. My confined, restrained and restricted self could not deal with the level of freedom I was experiencing. Certainly the world was not thinking the way my parents had been thinking for years; other parents seemed to allow their children make decisions and mistakes of their own. I was certain the end had come for me and then I decided I was going to be the instrument to achieve the end. I carefully planned my end; ensured no one would be implicated for my action by having a letter ready for whoever got to me first. I was so afraid and did not really want it to end that way but I honestly believed there was no other way.
Unknown to me, someone had been praying for me. Her name is Ashley Brine. She saw me for the first time during the week of our orientation as freshmen. She had a nudge in her spirit right there in the great hall to pray for the ‘handsome African’. She said I had a faraway look in my eyes and I seemed so lost. For days, she had been having a premonition that something terrible was going to happen to me; the more she prayed the stronger her discomfort. She went ahead to the University house to have a chat with the University Chaplain and he prayed with her but he did not stop there, he went one step further to retrieve my accommodation details. Ashley and the Chaplain planned a visit for the very night I was to bring my life to an end. Just as I was about to proceed, my doorbell rang.
To be continued…