Undaunted

It seemed to him as though Bisong had embraced his fate, as though he was not perturbed by the condition he found himself in. The Bisong he knew had great dreams. He could remember how he used to clone prototypes of machines and inventions in miniature sizes.

He built them all by himself, from the scratch each time. He won a scholarship to study at the school of his choice. He graduated with a first-class and had been the best student in his department. He tried to apply for scholarships abroad but the fees don't encourage him to apply for all of them.

He might still be outstanding but he seemed to have abandoned those projects which he loved doing. He no longer strives to attain or invent. Ogar wondered why.

The flame of passion had been quenched. Maybe Ogar is mistaken. Maybe the stress involved in schooling and the environment is a contributing factor. Maybe he still had it inside of him but as a ghost, a part-time, an idea that existed once upon a time.