The Road Not Taken

By Simon Peter

The Road Not Taken is purely fiction and action packed. It evolves around the life of Simon Sasava who travels the world in style.

Full of crime, the story tells how negative decisions could crush an individual. He has to go through a lot with the group that he joined and each decision leads to another and lots of tough times. Will he survive on this 'man eat man' society without his family, his love and his career? 

• Language: English
• Publisher: SymonSays
• Release date: Jan 3, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386465065

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society.

This book is purely fiction work.

Negativities and crimes should therefore not be upheld in the society.

The book aims at focusing on the negative side of decision making as it tries to implement the possibility of change.

'Breaking Nest' explains the part that one lies under his/her parents or guardians. Decisions are then made during this period.

'Breaking Dawn' opens up a new world, which depicts a new lifestyle or the better choice.

Appreciations

Appreciations goes to God for being a greater factor in my life.

My family too for giving me an ample time during the writing.

My high school classmates who believed in me.

THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED to Maxwell Ochieng, Trevor Andrew, Festus Omondi and Brian Odhiambo. We managed to go through the highschool tough life and held on as brothers. They also gave me ideas and hurged me to keep on.

*THIS BOOK'S CONTENT is purely fiction and none of the art is real. Names and places were made up and researched by the author.

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

Chapter 1 - Breaking Nest

Mondays are known to be days of luck, bad luck maybe. The back to school 'stress', the hustle and bustle of the city and the return to work formula after a long rest over the 'holly day'. Hope I am not the only one complaining of this cause I often hear my parents also shouting their brains out on Mondays.

I am a form three student from a family of four; my dad, mom, sister and I. My mom is one of the best parents in the whole world, only during Holidays; never mind. My dad is one hell of a guy but I love him all the same. My ten year old sister is a naughty girl who takes everything for granted, maybe that's also my mom's character. Guess you now know me; like father like son, you say. My classmates think of me as one stubborn being who rarely listens, but my teachers think otherwise. I am not a silent killer.

School is on again. Monday, one of my worst days. As I hop to school, I meet Freddy the bully; a fat form four student who thinks he is some sort of a super hero.

Hey, you fool, come over here. He calls in his base trembling voice.

With fright, I rush to where he is. As usual, my pocket money was always his so I did the expected, fished out a five hundred shilling note from my pocket and handed it to him. Never mind about all the exercises' I was used to doing when I met him. I arrive at school tired only to find another bully, this time a teacher; Mr. Vitisho on duty.

Why are you late young man? He roared.

Sir, mmmh eeeh...

Eh what! I asked you why you are late.

At this point, with lack of words, I had to go through harsh punishment; working at the loo. poor me. The rest of the Monday was a disaster; forgetting to complete my assignment, noise making and all those nasty stuff that a student is thought of doing. Black Monday!

In case I am to remember, one that fateful Monday, my mom wore her moody face. No one, even my dad, knew what was wrong with her. We had supper without our normal tendency of asking how our day had been. Everyone was quiet in a way that you could have heard the heart pump. Supper was over in a couple of hours after a hard struggle with our plates and spoons although it was a delicacy worth appreciating. Then my mom threw the bombshell.

I have been relocated to work in Nairobi.

What! I could not believe that, maybe not at that moment. My dad looked more surprised than I but my sister gave a broad smile and 'hurray' she went.

Does that mean that we will be moving with you?

Absolutely.

My mom was always good at surprises. She always knew the exact time to break the news. Anyway, no news is good news, they say. At least my stomach was full to the brim when this came in, or else who knows.

Sorry, I never told you where I come from. I come from Siaya, a county in Kenya. To be specific, the rural side of it. Luckily, I do go to Siaya Township Secondary School where my fate of learning is situated. At least I do go to a town, Siaya town, that is with pride. I got pleasure to visit Kisumu town during an educational trip some time in primary. To sum it all up, I am a village boy so moving to Nairobi will... I really do love where I come from; my friends, my neighbors and most likely nature. I am fond of nature and all that it gives but as for the city, what I do see on TV, those buildings reaching up the