This writing is inspired by the works of Allan Bukusi who has in many ways impacted my career. My grandparents enrolled me into nursery school as my parents were away studying, my teacher’s name was Mrs Gathuita, interestingly she is still alive and has the same warm smile she had more than twenty years ago when I first met her. As I was accustomed to a foreign language ,I took longer than the other children to learn the teaching language but she was so patient with me and made sure my handkerchief was rightly pinned to my left side, that I looked forward to going to school every morning, I was never late. Exit nursery enter primary school, here I met a lady called Mrs Thiaini, she was short and strict ,oh she pinched me countless times for not finishing my homework and for a handwriting that needed much attention.. However by the time I left her class I had straightened these faults. Ms Miano taught me how to take care of my exercise books and pay attention to my hand writing, I hence learnt that books were not to have dog ears, ink marks and the exercise book was to be placed in a certain order for the handwriting to be the best. Mrs Kago,was the best English teacher I could ask for, I remember for a long time I could not tell what came first in the word received the I or the E. Once again she gently corrected this mistake by giving me extra exercises on Saturday morning prep. It is here I developed a keener interest in reading and writing. This paved way for the next level when Mr. Maina (black as we used to call him) asked us to write a composition on the most interesting story we had read. This was perhaps the easiest and most interesting one I wrote, having become an avid reader. I emerged the highest and as was the tradition, He read it out aloud to the class, the pride that welled in me!
At the age of 13 i asked my parents for the opportunity to live with my grandparents. this meant a shift in my schooling and lifestyle. For me this was one of the best decisions i had made in my life even though it took a toll on my mother. My grandparents gave me a better life than my parents ever did. More importantly the lessons i learnt from them were priceless. Grandpa was a clinical officer but inthe village( They never knew the difference) he was known as the great doctor for he could treat many conditions as well as illnesses. He worked very hard to give grandma and their children a good life. When i was younger i was very rough in my playing and almost everyday grandpa would be dressing a wound,interestingly he never complained he just did it patiently and inthe most loving manner. He was lucky to have been sponsored by the british man in the art of reading,writing and clinical medicine. Grandma on the other hand did not have the opportunity to further her education after standard 6. Been the eldest of four children she was forced to take up responsibility of her siblings on their mother’s demise. Her father was a missionary who travelled all the time sharing the great commission. Sunday mornings are perhaps the best memories of well spent moments with grandma. Grandpa would always be up by 6.00 am he would make sure he had fed the chicken,cows and goats. Meanwhile grandma and i would be busy making breakfast. He would then come take his breakfast with us,take a shower, carry his Bible and hymn book leaving us to catch up with him at a later service. He generally wasn’t talkative and lot of times this was misinterpreted as a pride and arrogance but that was just him. Now to the iron ladies: we would get down to cleaning the house,the dishes then prepare lunch! yes lunch before 10am and sunday lunch was for atleast 10 people,grandma had so much faith and belief that there would always be a visitor on sunday if not one of her children or grandchildren passing by. To me i found it time wasting inthe beginning but as the days went by i looked at it as a form of organisational planning. She always saw the bigger picture. She knew it would take time to get back home from church especially with so many meetings and people to greet since the church inthe village was the place you could gather so many villagers at a time in a day. She had also devised a secret place to hide the key where grandpa or i could access it if she was away. She was a very social being so after the church she knew grandpa would get home before everyone else and all he needed to do was to heat his tea and food without worrying. Talk of a proverbs 31 woman! And because of this habit,her children knew that there was no day they would visit even in her absence and miss something to eat. Sometimes in this life i try to fit in her shoes and i am still far from there but someday i know i will get there. Grandma you taught me:
- House planning
- Always cook a little extra for the unexpected guest
- Little is so much when it is selfless
- Love and love unconditionally
- background doesn’t always matter if you know what you want
- every little thing is interrelated just like a chain
- medicine comes in many forms herbs and at home remedies are the best way to go
- Ironing everyone’s clothes a week in advance and in bulk,its amazing how much time you save
- be there for others if you want others to be there for you.
- happiness is found in the little things we do for others.
- Education is not everything…..
Last night was a long one for me,been a little under the weather, the drugs had taken over and retired as early as 1945hrs. Something must have startled me three hours later when i realized i had dozed off and left a good movie playing.
This morning,i woke up fully energized,i actually took time to clean up my house and left it ready for the next visitor. So i am here asking what am i grateful for today? it is the small things that count. Yesterday unfortunately a blast happened leaving 34 casualties inthe central business district,most of whom were innocent citizens going about their businesses that put food onthe table, i could have been one of them, the season visits us differently.
I am grateful for:
- The breathe of life
- the strength and energy to wake up everyday
- good health
- A job in this very shaky economy
- great friends
- family i would never trade
- a good brain that thinks the most unimaginable and amazing ideas
- my hands that make beautiful things
- my ability to do so many things at the same time
- the ability to read and remember so well
I will leave it at that perhaps i should continue the next ten tomorrow…
This i co-wrote with a dear friend Doghudje from Nigeria….
D: I melt my heart
And offer to them to thee
N: so I lift up my hands in praise
To a Savior so loving
I offer my all to Him
D: your eyes to me are
A window to heaven
Bright, luminous, enchanting And endearing
N: Your hands are healing touch
to my broken heart
To my hurting body
Like a fountain you refresh me
D: And all my desire hurriedly
Rush towards that day
That holy gasping moment
When we unite into gentle explosion
That cover the world with love
The fruits of love
N: A fruit so sweet
How can I even describe it?
Sweet sweet love
From my Lord my King
My father,your child looks up to you
D: My harp is to sing thee songs Outside
,I am cold Only in your sanctuary
Do I come alive
Only in your arms
Am I received
Between your altar,in your presence
My all is stretched and stretched
To receive thee Come quickly,I pray,come.
You feel so distant
Like I have never known you
I wonder whats on your mind
Can I read your beautiful black eyes?
Your facial expression looks so calm.
I am suffering inside
My tears balancing at an edge
Oh he just said a word
But still I remain disturbed
How long are we going to be on the down low?
Its now I look and realize
Just how much a part of me you are
Do I mean the same to you?
The many uncertain looks around
But strong we have to be for each other.
It feels so weird yet so right
For a friendship we strive to protect
A friendship none intends to part with
Lion sacrifice then has to be made
If we call it care that bonds together
The mind can quite travel
So in the maze I am trying
Trying to understand why this,why that,
But then been content is equally…..