Next day, the same thing happened and I was being ragged in the grounds opposite to college. When I was removing my shirt, like a hero saves the heroi...ne, I saw sukanya and her group come towards us. The seniors also saw them and were talking about them within themselves.Suddenly sukanya grabbed my arm and pulled towards her. She buttoned up my shirt and then told all of them not to bother me again or else she would make their lives a living hell. All of them ran away and they never bothered me. Reading it provided me a guilty bit of schadenfreude. Despite my current woes of ghosts, insomnia, and filthy air, there was really nothing I could imagine worse than drowning, suffocating in a pool of shit. That being how one leaves the Earth. What a horrific fate.Perhaps a “ghost of shit,” a violent, vengeful janitor’s ghost sucked them in. What a bilious, malicious spirit that must be...Then another story popped up. An anonymous news article from tomorrow, written in the future tense, saying. " See that man sitting over there? The one with the movie camera and the parabolic microphone? Or ... for that matter, the highway patrolman heading this way?" What's he going to do, boy?" The highway patrolman is going to arrest you, sir. The cameraman is an officer of the court collecting evidence."And the cotton is high."Mighty fine crop of Merrijawanna, kid." Cotton crop, sir." That's pot because I said so." What are you going to tell the Agriculture professor that's behind you?"I kept. " Please don't leave me like this," she croaked.I left her to her agony.The blacks were getting uppity, Desmond and Jannia, taking liberties, I had Jannia's friend Samoe in my office, "Look, it's not easy to say this but, well your performance has not been to standard, and someone has to go."She burst into tears, "No sir, please my mother and my sisters rely on me, please sir, oh I beg you sir."I asked her outright. "So who should go?"She replied with conviction, "Mugabe sir, he must go."I.