Shackled by only fear and anxiety, we were herded into a large hall. Like cattle awaiting their turn to the slaughterhouse. There they assigned us numbers which denoted the order in which we were to be called. We were then led into a small room and warned not to leave. All of us looked anxiously at each other, waiting for the interrogation to begin.
When the first few were summoned, they looked at us with fear filled eyes. We reciprocated by projecting confidence despite our underlying anxiety. The rest inside began to flick through books, trying to embed as much information as we possibly could before our turn came. Some poked at their books resigned to their fate while others closed their eyes and said a silent prayer.
Taking fate into my own hands, I joined the crowd in a discussion. It was at this time that I realised I