I tend to think I am too naïve for my age. You may find yourself thinking the same when you do something that lands you in trouble. At some point in my life, I used to think naive and innocent were synonymous but now more than ever I am sure they are not. I always blog for some reason, but this time I will not say exactly why I am doing this tonight. All I know is that an act that you do every day can rewrite your life story.
Like the key you give out innocently to your fellow university student so that they can try it on their door. If you are a student in a Kenyan public university like me, you know that the key to your room can open a million other hostel doors (ok, that is a slight exaggeration, but hey, an exaggerated fact). A key has led me to blogging in the middle of the night. That tiny key can make you spend a night in police custody. Especially in this age where laptops have outnumbered flash disks in universities and are always exchanging hands illegally in broad daylight, that little key can open up many other big doors, bigger than you intended.
Why do university doors share keys in the first place? Why should I suffer because someone opened a door with my key? Why are we engineered to heap blame on the first person who seems most likely to have stolen your laptop? Truth be told, if mine disappeared in that room I have called home away from home for three years, the first person I would think to ask would be my roommate. The next thing would be to recount all my steps and interactions and just wish the clock turned back and I got the opportunity to watch the culprit make away with my computer.
A friend once told me that the worst question I can ask myself always begins with a ‘what if I did…’ I try as much as possible to avoid such thoughts. Loopholes, keyholes, naivety and innocence have come together to teach me a few things, that thinking too much sometimes is not a bad thing. Plus stuff does not only happen on TV, it can happen right where you are. After all is said and done, worry has never helped anybody. Like worrying about opening my door one day and finding my laptop gone. Worrying and not doing anything about it is even worse. A good example of doing something about it is buying an antigen (something I had no idea existed before I got to campus. And I am not talking about the one that summons antibodies in you. If you do not know of this particular one, find out).
In the end, truth is never relative. Whether I am innocent according to the law but actually guilty in truth, someday, the truth will out. I may believe someone I love has not done something wrong just because they say so. That is love, trust and hope, because without this, I do not see what else is left to live for. But only one person is sure of their innocence.
John 8:32 Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.