Personal anecdotes about growing up in rural Kenya
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If you ever paid a visit to my village, you will find everyone dancing about their ways. Naturally, having come a long way, you will pop your ears to release the pressure and tune in to the local frequency but alas! It will all be static. To put you at
There is this pinewood wall clock I bought at a flea market the other day, Christmas and all, in the hope of adding décor to a vastly blank part of my living room wall. I never bought it for the time, I mean; no one really looks at a living
The art of eating, to me, is literally a hand to mouth affair, my eyes having long drifted from their oversight role to the less palatable goings-on, on Kenyan TV. I’ve grown on... arguably in mannerism, but I’ve grown all the same. There was a time when I only had
How i miss the sun!
She should be out anytime now. The last lamp had gone out shortly after her father, the burly deputy headmaster made a last lap around the house, a steady beam from his torch carefully sweeping the compound. No shifty shadows behind the trees. He locked the gate and as the
The dusty road winds up to the bus stop. That’s a half an hours walk from home and this morning, I’m seeing my parents off to town. Along the way, I had laid my day’s plans. The fence needed propping up. The compound, tidying. “Son, you will grow up
I stick my head out of the water to find out the cause of the commotion. It is a dust devil. Our village has lots of these miniature twisters dancing across the landscape, dusting everything in their way. This one is sizeable; it piles a lot of litter as it
Tailors are doing good business these days. I can speak for this one. He lives in some up market apartment at Hurlingham. I trudge up the stairs, behind my Sister. She’s into potted plants. She stops to have a long look at some winding weeds at the corridor.” I ring
He is spaced out between thoughts. He might well be. He’s 85, but that’s my estimate. His memory lights up at landmarks. The landmarks are wars, the Second World War and the Mau Mau rebellion that started seven years after. The arrest of six suspected conspirators sent thousands into the
I’m running through a maize plantation on the outskirts of Nakuru town, not after a wild animal; in a break from tradition, I’m disappearing from a scene. I pause for a moment to listen… no heavy police boots crushing the fallen leaves. I’m safe. I hadn’t expected him to come
Not following anyone at the moment.
