Monthly Archives: January 2017
By: Melting Ice Towers | Sunday 22nd January |8:56pm |
[The ‘Shamba’ Boy Chronicles Episode 1]
I gladly alighted from the ‘pimped’ dark blue ‘Nuclear Sacco’ matatu that ferried passengers from a certain interior part of Central Province to the famed Nairobi City. This was my first visit to the city. Before then, I had preconceived notions about the city. It was a place of wonder ranging from:- exquisite fun, tall buildings, underground roads I hear in Thika Road,topless women who walk like they own the city and the most derogatory people of all time, the pickpockets! I wanted to see all the kind of things I have been hearing from my grandma’s torch-radio.
I was a 22-year-old jobless man who did not have a chance to study as my fellow village herdsmen and quarry men since my childhood. Life had hit me so hard in the village until my mum sent me here for a survival mission. I will tell you more about the mission later. My mum advised me just before I left home to at least present myself as familiar to the city lets people would take advantage of me. I was 23 but I was a mama’s boy. Am proud of that. She had been my only parent for 23 good years.
As I was busy staring at the ‘Maathai’ Supermarket Banner on the retail business building, I remembered I had some luggage inside the ‘matatu’. It was a sack of potatoes and a 50 kg bag full of dried maize. Ugali was my favorite meal. I would eat it with anything including water or just like that. I hurriedly walked at the back of the matatu and met the matatu ‘boot’ closed. I quickly opened it and checked my luggage. It was notinside.
Your time as a youth will come and later disappear. You are young for now but days are counting and time waits for no man. Soon, you will hit 40, then 60 and later 90 if you so lucky to see the years. You will become dependent on your grandchildren in your old age or your servants if you can afford them to perform simple activities of daily living for you. In case you did not realize, time is running. We were in 2005, now we are in 2017; it was Obama now its Trump. Ebola has come and gone. You were in elementary school, now you are almost graduating. Some have already graduated. What you did not realize is that people are different. You could be pursuing a course with your course mate but he/she has a million dollar plan in what they really want to do in life. After 3 -5 years, you are flabbergasted to view their companies and businesses making headlines. Maybe, he/she had informed you about the plan a few years back but you assumed or took it so lightly; made them think they are fools who could never accomplish anything in life. You realize your thinking was so myopic on them. You realize that they had a plan for the future. You realize that they did not waste any of their time while you were busy downgrading their ‘supernatural’ dreams as you called them. It dawns on you that what you threw to them is what they picked up and got the courage to do what you dimmed impossible!
However, time is gone. She /he is there and you are here!
Lesson number one: Treasure your Friends. Encourage them in what they want to pursue. Never underestimate the power of a young person. Never downgrade their dreams.
Creative Works By: [Ken N Speranza]
The palatial mansion stood huge as its great artistic walls made it visible at the summits. The trees that surrounded the place made it look like a hidden paradise. It was situated on a hilly area such that everyone who paid residence to the area would perceive its rooftops. At the metallic electronic gate entrance, one would view the international standard swimming pool and a dozen nude strippers. As new time visitors to the place, we were marveled at the great sight of the ‘hidden insides’. All we saw before we ever had this great chance to get here was the rooftop chimney and the great walls surrounding the palace. Nothing more would be made credible of what lay inside the mansion.
We met this gigantic soldier whose appearance sent chills through the backbone to the popliteal fossa of our humble making. He was a giant of a man with great shoulders equipped with oak beam arms. His face was a product of multiple gang fights and a protruding scar on the left cheek could send a message. Not a good message though. He turned his face towards us as we approached the gate. He glanced at us as if calculating the momentum needed for us to escape the premises. He had adorned the country’s official Army Uniform complemented with white gloves on both arms. We were inside a Mercedes S-Class vehicle, which was used for ferrying people in and out of the premises. The vehicle halted at the soldier’s place. The soldier bowed down at the driver’s place and saluted after recognizing the chauffer.