lust of paper and silver

I know that getting a masters; PhD is the real deal. I'll have the cash-that's for sure. When I think about the cash, I feel that that is the cloud nine for me; but, on the other side, my social life...

Back in primary school I aspired to me a professor in Maths...I was a Mathematician way back before I graduated in KCSE with a clean D+. My papa got so mad but, deep within, I knew that there was a reason for it. He didn't want me to live in misery-survive rather than live, smile rather than laugh, lust for rather than love, or explore rather than experience.

Today I look at the professors, always in their offices, lecture halls, meetings. I get to campus at 8.00am and find them there, leave at 6.30pm and they are still there, merely to fulfil their thirst and hunger of some paper and silver coins.

Why let a profession over-ride my family obligation? I wonder if they got a little family time, time to catch up, laugh, joke or share the love...I bet that every other professor's love life is on the drains-all they have left is chasing after innocent students (sexually harassing them) and giving them grades earned for a game well played in the comfort of between the sheets.

I may not be sure on lots of stuff aboput life, but I deeply know that; I don't want to end up in Harvard or go for a doctorate --or even end up with such an educated man, lest I lose myself in my greedy lust of money.

by MJN