At one point in my young life, I wanted to be a watchman. Now, that’s really ridiculous. Why would anyone seriously want to take up a job as a security guard? This very line of interrogation discouraged me from sharing this ambition with anyone. I couldn’t tell anyone about it. I almost never told myself either!
Like ‘fisi’ cursed with a heavy tongue, afraid to let his ‘prey’ in on his wildest desire, preferring instead to drool after her from a distance, I kept this dream to myself. A watchman, of all the numerous professions! Couldn’t I dream better? What were my family and the big-mouthed villagers going to say?