The Boy Who Was Never Enough

It would haunt your nightmares for years to come. The boys and girls surrounding you, refusing to let you break through the circle they had formed around you in the centre of the Zimbabwean High School’s corridor. The buildings of the School named after a long dead Irish Saint had watched you at first stand your ground, Pride refusing to let you show the cracks that had started forming on the surface of your Psyche. But as their singing continued, you let the mask fall away and the cracks grew ever larger as their voices grew ever louder. YOU clutched your school bag to your chest as if it was some sort…