Back to the future.....

Life is a journey... And the gracious father grants us His mercies along the way. I have been blessed with golden travel companions. My Family.... Between 2008 and 2010... We lived in a small town called Moerfelden-Walldorf on the outskirts of Frankfurt. It was a lovely little village and Ednah(my wife) and Alvin our first born son got a chance to explore it to the maximum. Unfortunately due to the fact that their grasp of the deutsche language wasnt kicking into gear, we had to relocate back home...
September 2009 they relocated ahead of me.. and I joined them a year later.

The plan was to move home and stay at home, do some farming, grow some crops and make a life in Kenya... Life is a journey.... A year later and my company decided that we needed to relocate to the paradise island of Mauritius.(there are those who may argue about the paradise bit), but hey am just a messenger.. So here I am working in Ebene and living in Moka.

Mauritius is an interesting place. What they call towns is what we call surburbs in Nairobi. But to cut them some slack, their country is small in size. This is the only country that I have lived in where you can drive from one border to the next under 2 hours. Its a lovely place but only for holidays.. But still here I am 18 months later but soon winding down.

Life is a journey, I hope that I will not be uprooted again after I make my way back to my motherland God willing in Oct 2012.

Life is a journey, in 2010, Ednah and I decided to start our own technology company - ESAL... Abby our second born little angel was born on 21st Feb 2011 and ESAL started operations in March 2011. Did I mention that I also relocated to Mauritius in March 2011? Effectively it meant that Ednah, baby in hand had to take the company off. We are crazy. We started off with working capital of Kshs. 70,000. Selling electronic airtime, and who did we have for competition?, PESA POINT, TELEYETU and of course the providers themselves. Today we have learnt so much about this business.. We have had to change strategy a couple of times. In a year and a half of running the business we are yet to get a single shilling as profit but we have grown our turnover to Kshs. 4,000,000 a month.

We have had many would be investors come and raise our hopes with stories of millions of shillings pumped in. But we are yet to get a cent. And yet our resolve has never wavered. We believe that deep down ESAL(Ednah, Stanley Abby and Alvin) will rise like a phoenix. And one day we will be recognised as one of the big airtime houses....

God is our banner!!!!!!

Life on Paradise Island.....

Fast Forward

Back from a loooongg break

I have had such a pleasant surprise.. All the lovely comments left behind by all who read my blog.. I have been blessed indeed... I have come back from along break, getting married, becoming a father.... i intend to continue where I left off, so do visit soon!

Freddy Rogo, what a lovely surprise.. I can never forget word of life days.. haha! I remember once you were so mad with Mbau because, he said he didnt want to chat cos he had moods.. I remember you asking him whether he was a chic.. Made my evening!!!!

Soluziona Years 1998-2001

What can I say? I owe my career development to Soluziona.... For the first time in my life I came face to face with challenge when I got employed by Soluziona. Not only was the pay an improvement from KTN, for the first time i was working in a group of age mates, more than 50 and it was in the challenging world of IT.

I was actually late on the first day.... I left Dandora at 05.45 am... The journey from Dandora to Laxcon House should ideally take 15 to 20 minutes maximum. The Nairobi traffic though is out of this world. Getting public transport was always drama... We usually had to walk to kariobangi South a good 30 minutes walk from Phase four because the vehicles turned back that far during rush hour. I remember arriving at 8.15 am with really dusty shoes. That was to be the straw, because I did finally move to my servant quarter in South B the very next month... My mother was really excited.. She even offered to go shopping for household equipment for me.

In Soluziona, I started off my career in SAP. As is the case, I got given the heavy manuals to read and edit being the junior consultant I was hired as. Those agonising moments reading pages and pages of system configuration documents and training materials were to prove priceless.... Being a Spanish company all our bosses were from Spain (naturally) My first boss was called Vicente Bayarri, a tough talking spanish man who had injured his leg in an accident and the resulting walk made him look like a real toughie.. In reality though, he was a very fair guy who believed in hard work and rewarded it. My inspiration though was definitely my team lead Katuku, presently Mrs Wahome!.. She took time out of her schedule to coach me and Mohib...

In Soluziona I made really great friends.. We had our famous Ole Polos nyama choma trips, organised by yours truly JKK... I need to find some of those pics and post them.. Great friends from Soluziona, Owiti, Edu, Nyaema, Ngure, Mwamunga, Spyke, Wahome, Mohib, JB, Maragia, Sila, Sartaaj. Kerai, Paulo.....Wow The Iber family is rather large...
Interestingly very few of thise original consultants remain at home, most having moved into the diaspora. Maybe some day we shall all return and turn the IT industry on its head..........

Most of Soluziona colleagues are now parents, many of us became parents in these past 2 to 3 years.. Which pushes me into my next blog... Today...............

KTN 1997-98

My first job after graduating college was as a marketing assistant for an outdoor advertising firm TONY DISPLAYS. I actually landed the job almost by chance. I tarmacked(was jobless) for almost 2 months and in July 1996 a friend called Tony from ICC church told me of a friend Dylan whom he did for artwork. He informed me that Dylan was looking for a marketing executive. The company was based in Bunyala Road off Baricho in Industrial area. I arrived on Monday morning dressed in a tie and blazer bought from Kikomba. But the most memorable piece of my ensemble is my briefcase. I had a redish brown briefcase that I procured in India in preparation for the tarmacking. Dylan was indeed amused...

I got the job anyway. The deal was i find companies that wanted to have signs made. it paid 5% comission and that was it. With my cheap wardrobe, I must not have made a great impression on the sleek company executives. To make it worse I had to traverse the vast dusty industrial area on foot, carrying sample advertisement material. Most of the times hungry. I cant blame the executives. My break came 5 months down the road. Dylan was prepairing to sack me, well he had actually informed me that it was not working despite my good intentions... And that indeed that was to be my last day. A dark day indeed. With this job, i had somewhere to go, to escape the dreary grey looking buildings in Dandora. Here i could escape into the fantasy world of the executives I discussed with daily. In particular, the marketing crew at Haco industries had taken to me. They gave me the break.

Landing in the evening of my sack, they proceeded to make an order of golf promotional material for an event scheduled 2 days after that. Only our company then could handle this at a short notice. However overtime had to be called for, which meant that we had to charge them for this. They didnt like this. I begged Dylan to consent to not charge them overtime. He agreed, we completed the order and I made my one and only visit to Sigona golf club to date. I was impressed out of this world....

After this contract, funny enough i was busy after that.. But I didnt see a future in advertising so when KTN came calling with an offer for a business reporter in Jan 1997, I didnt think twice. The only problem was Dylan was extremely mad... Made this and that threat but in the end he saw my point that I was really hungry to make something of myself...

Highlights in KTN

Saba saba riots in 1997.. Being teargassed in kamukunji and Kikomba area...
Working the morning news shift, being collected from Dandora at 3 am. The dangers that God saw us through...
The major sack of the staff after the saba saba media coverage during the dark days of media censorship in the Moi era... never seen anything like it. I remember my colleagues, Vitalis Musebe, Isaiya Kabira, Mercy Oburu, Christine Nguku, Solomon Mugera, The late David Mageria(achiever), Linus Kai Kai, Farida Karoney, Henry Marete, Bwana D, Topi Lyambila, Mutali, list is endless....
Even though i enjoyed my time in KTN, I was not cut for journalism and I was happy to leave only after a year!

KENYA 1996-2000

I arrived finally in 1996 early after a brief holiday in 1991. When I went home in 1991, I weighed 49 kgs. I dont blame people who havent seen me from those days when they have trouble placing me. In 1996, Kenya was a hard place to be for a fresh graduate with a degree and post graduate diploma and no experience. I settled back into life in our then home in Dandora ph 4. Life in Dandora seemed out of this world. Indeed there were 2 distinct lives that we lived there. The daytime normal life and the night life when we boarded up our houses and prayed that the night without the screams of another family being attacked by robbers.

During these chilling experiences, the men of the household would have to get out and go assist the stricken family. Failure meant that when your turn came the neighbours would avoid you. I remember getting out of the house at 3 am with my neighbour and walking to the distress calls. We would wait to hear the other doors open before we ventured out. I wasnt much help during these experiences. I just had to show up. In the morning when I woke up all that would look like a nightmare from a distant land. In most cases we only always got there after the thugs had left because, the distress calls usually were in the wake of the departing thugs and mostly also because neighbours didnt neccessarily rush out lest they meet the thugs.

Apart from the vigilante experiences, my other recollections of Dandora were of the loud loud music played night after night when the members of the Luo community lost a relative. No one really complained partly because Dandora was a noisy place anyway and we had learned to sleep through the ruckuss but also because there was some sense of security provided by these nightly vigils. It always seemed strange when the music was finally shut, usually after a month or so.

I made good friends in Dandora who believed in my quest for a better life.

Back to the Future

I havent blogged for a while having taken time off to grow up a little and also make a family. However the truth is really that I didnt just get round to it. Which leads to the dilemma of recollecting my train of thought. To make it easier for everyone, I will just fast forward to the future. A lot can happen in two years which is the last time i sat down to make an entry here. I have been very lucky, The Lord has shone his merciful face on me. A lot happened indeed!

INDIA
1991-1996 : I spent this bit of my life in India, the first 3 years in Chandigarh India and the latter part in Pune. In the process I obtained my bachelor of Arts inEconomics. Highlights of my Indian adventure are too many to be penned down. It was a period of my life that I discovered that I had a real enduring strain in my character. The toughest moments of my life so far were in this period. I have faced some challenging times after but the Indian experience is special in its own way. At the end of it, I managed by the grace of God and I value this period.. I really do!
Friends made in India
Ranjit Bennett, James Angawa, John, Amos and Robinson Chigiti, the Late bossom friend James Kiboi, Flo Mbeti, Pastor Cathleen Rob, Ajit, Priti. The list is endless and these are people who passed my way and influenced my life in a way that was life changing. I pray for all of them for God's face to shine upon them and their families always.

Word of Life - Life after Chox...

My spiritual life in earnest was nourished in word of life camps in Kabete and ukunda.. i attended my first camp in Kabete during the April school holidays in 1988... the inauguration day would have been more of a disaster being the shy person I am but thank God for Mike Amunga and the other 'crazy' counsellors who made feel at home with their madness.. i was in serious doubt of these guys christianity, when I knew that christians should have long sober serious faces.... here was a bunch of guys ruuning all over the hall banging on sufurias and singing at the top of their voices obviously enjoying themselves tremendously...

things were to take a different direction when we had our welcome sermon by the director Dave robertson... A man grounded in the word, he delivered what was to be the first of many teachings that have remained with me to this day....

After my first week in wordie, I knew I had found my spiritual home..... This blog is dedicated to my friends and family I met in wordy, those who have gone ahead of us, Aggrey Musera, Tom (Coasto) Pastor Macharia and wife, Walter Papa, Christine Njaga.


John 14 WEB
1 "Don't let your heart be troubled. Believe in God. Believe also in me.2 In my Father's house are many homes. If it weren't so, I would have told you. I am going to prepare a place for you.3 If I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and will receive you to myself; that where I am, you may be there also.

Word of Life 2

We are in CU , my friends, Jona, Devo, Tom and Elvis all hiding from Nyoike.. the problem was we couldnt leave before the meeting was over so it meant we had to endure an hour long of thomas's singing Sauli mbona wanitesa? (later on I was to appreciate that singing quite seriously). My bossom friend Sammy Mbau had seen the light earlier than us and was in the CU not hiding from Nyoike but genuinely attending afternoon fellowship... at the end of the meeting they made an announcement to the effect that a trip was being organised for CU members to visit Limuru Girls School for a joint fellowship on the 31st of January 1988.. This was really unbelievable.. Could we be hearing right... We all thought that there must be a catch. We asked if we had to pay and sure enough there was.... we were to wear our school uniform on a sunday of all days...The prospect of meeting girls though would very much dull any pain that we would endure in our uniform...

Sunday 31st january our bus rolled into chox..... And there was our nightmare, we had expected at the most 25 girls to turn up for CU, that we could handle, instead, the whole school lined there to greet us... I will be honest and say i was numb from the moment i alighted from the bus until we were in the hall, i dont even remember uttering a word...

In the hall the girls had reserved the front row seats for us probably to watch us as we squirmed in our agony.. funny enough , the genuine CU members had been here before so it was only us late comers who felt the heat.. nevertheless these circumstances caused me to give my undivided attention to the going ons on stage... And therein i came face to face with the gospel of Jesus Christ... I had been to church all my life but never understood why I needed to have a personal relationship with Christ... The preacher delivered the sermon as if he spoke only to me.. quoting from John 11: 25-27,

Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; 26and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?"
27"Yes, Lord," she told him, "I believe that you are the Christ,[b] the Son of God, who was to come into the world."

On that day I accepted Christ as my personal saviour and thus started my journey which has been long and winding, exciting and tough, dark and light... But a journey with NEVER a REGRET... the journey continues....

Word of Life

In January 1988 something did happen to me that changed my life forever. It was one of those mornings when I wasnt at the bus stop at 5.45 am in the morning, which meant i was caught up in the Thika Road traffic jam. By the time I had run from the community bus stop across matumbato road to upper hill school, it was already 8 am and assembly was on. I had missed preps (one of the biggest sins one can commit in school) and also missed the headmaster's adress. Verdict, punishment,usually delivered after lunch.

It was the preserve of the administer of the punishment to decide how to make your life miserable. this could either be cutting grass, rolling across the football pitch without your shirt, or being confided in a small cupboard which could hardly fit a small child for about 30 minutes.. Once this one guy was asked to uproot the soccer goal posts using a panga... he gave it his best shot and got more punishment for destroying school property...The worst though was being caned by Mr nyoike, who was a specialist of some sort.. This day it was decided that mr Nyoike would administer the canes....

There was obvious panic amongst us late comers cos the guys caning was dreaded.. The only way we could escape this was to go join in the christian union meeting that was being held at that very moment...We did manage to avoid being beaten because nyoike upo bursting itno the CU found us singing athe top of our voices even drowning out regular CU goers.. This was the first event....

Upper Hill School 1985 -1989

Upper Hill School, so much to say , such limited space. Arrived on a february morning after being selected by the schools board after the standard 8 exams. We had expected to wear trousers but to our dismay, we were made to wear shorts, kaptulas yani... God bless Mr igobwa, we petitioned him as rabbles and before first term was out we were allowed to wear trousers. Pity the guys whose parents didnt see the need to spend more money when the shorts were still acceptable. No need to prolong their pain.

My teachers came in all kinds and sorts, the ever hilarious chemistry teacher Mrs Barbara, who could just never give David Kiarie a break. Always picking on Deu.. Mr kiplagat, class teacher for a record four years, the guy was more than a teacher , he was a buddy. there was the hot art teacher Miss Maingey who chatted freely with form sixes and Mr Ngaruiyia but looked straight through us form ones. I remember one dude deliberately dropping his pencil in an art class and , bending to *pick it up*. The dude ended up getting a tongue lashing. The poor guy was so humiliated, I wonder what he had expected, a date???. Something tells me it was either Mbau or Olembo...

Dedication to our departed teachers who impacted us greatly, Mrs Akolo, Mr Muganda, Mr Monda... Shaped our lives the right way.....

I remember playing rugby with the likes of osimbo, in form 1 he could tackle all form sixes.. osimbo my boy... niva, olembo, ochonglo and ralph always going after muso chics but avoiding the ones from Muso of tao like plague.. of course some not so jisty form four and six guys had chics in muso of tao.. really cruelhow we dissed them...

Upper memories, being made a prefect, skiving with the cooks bicycle on a closing day from 10 am till 18 pm. the poor guys had wanted to go to shags... Kinyash humiliating Muturi and the chic from State house in interact. Philip Ondeng making it worse.
And of course my sons Mr Odero... Amuyunzu.. i think the guy wasnt serious as a teacher...
long live Upper.. lest you think otherwise there was studying also...

Juja Road primary - 1985

I went to school in Juja road primary school in the pangani section of Nairobi. Primary school holds some of my best memories. With the introduction of 8-4-4 and we being the guinea pigs, life was bound to be some sort of roller coaster. From something like 6 subjects in standard 6 we shot to 11 or 12 or 13 in standard seven complete with planting of cabbages, knitting dolly pyjamas and washing sufurias in the home science class. One of my best memory but rather an interesting one as well was that of our agriculture teacher Gatiba making off with our cabbages after awarding marks for the best and worst grown ones. Since the syllabus was still new and many areas still grey, interpretation was best left to the teacher. We didnt complain and neither did our parents.

I remember how we would play soccer barefeet because you didnt want your parents to skin you alive for messing your school shoes. There were always 6 teams at any one time during a soccer matches at break time and after lunch, complete with six different balls. Somehow we always knew which one was ours and goalies had to give way when it wasnt their ball being kicked towards the post.

Railway football ground across the school was used for more serious after school tournaments. It was also for settling scores. 'Nimekuwekea Wanted' was the generally accepted manly way to settle a squabble usually started off by mchongoano.... you never dishonoured a wanted else you would be the chicken of the school until the end of the term. I remember one guy being being chongolewad,
'Budako ni mchafu mpaka ana mtaro kwa kifua' That was railway (reru) straight away.. Good old days...
Closing day was picnic days and i remember turning up in suits of all kinds. one time I had on this army style suit.. like the ones worn by majors, things i wore sandaks with it, but did i care??

Gamalenga

I pick up my journey growing up in a village called Gamalenga in Nyangori location..... I have to trace my roots lest I present myself to my people one day wanting to be their councillor and they throwing me away for not knowing our village. my memories though are more of my grnadmother who dominated my life with her unconditional love and early life lessons. cant find any pic of gamalenga but in 1980, i was to relocate to live with my mother in the big city. Been back a few times.. Last time was to visit my granddad way back in 1997... should make a point of visiting more often....

Arrival of Esther Precious Junga 19th July 2006

19th July, my niece Esther Precious Junga arrived in this world born to my youngest sister Maureen Inziani. She is a fighter, having laboured her mother for a record 48 hours. Three months on and she shows just why she is special. Precious is not an attention seeker, she demands attention. She also chooses who to smile at and who not to, completely ignoring you if you dont not elicit the littlest interest in her. Needless to say I have been a victim of her mood swings quite a few times. But here is a lovely picture of her and my mother that I captured in one of her best moods.......

The Apple Cart - author unknown

A few years ago, a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention in Chicago. The convention lasted all week, and all the salesmen had assured their wives that they would be home in plenty of time for Friday night's dinner.

As they hurried to the airport to catch their return flight, they rushed down the airport's corridor with their briefcases in hand. In their rush, one of these salesmen inadvertently kicked over a table which held a display of apples.

Apples flew everywhere. Without stopping or looking back, they all continued running so they would make their plane.

All but one.

He stopped after running a few more yards, took a deep breath, and experienced a twinge of compassion for the girl whose apple stand had been overturned.

He told his buddies to go on without him, waved goodbye, told one of them to call his wife when they arrived at their home destination and explain his taking a later flight. Then he returned to the terminal where the apples were all over the terminal floor.

He was glad he did.

The 16 year old girl running the apple cart was totally blind. She was softly crying, tears running down her cheeks in frustration, and at the same time helplessly groping for her spilled produce as the crowd swirled about her, no one stopping and no one to care for her plight.

The salesman knelt on the floor with her, gathered up the apples, put them back on the table and helped organize her display.

As he did this, he noticed that many of the apples had become battered and bruised; these he set aside in another basket.

When he had finished, he pulled out his wallet and said to the girl, "Here, please take this $40 for the damage we did. Are you okay?"

She nodded through her tears.

He continued on with, "I hope we didn't spoil your day too badly."

As the salesman started to walk away, the bewildered blind girl called out to him, "Mister....."

He paused and turned to look back into those blind eyes.

She continued, "Are you Jesus?"

He stopped in mid-stride, and he wondered. Then slowly he made his way to catch the later flight with that question burning and bouncing about in his soul: "Are you Jesus?"

Do people mistake you for Jesus?

That's our call, is it not? To be so much like Jesus that people cannot tell the difference as we live and interact with a world (shopping, working, reacting to others that are serving us) that is blind to His love, life and grace.

If we claim to know Him, we should live, walk and act as He would.

Knowing Him is more than simply quoting Scripture and going to church. It's actually living the Word as life unfolds day to day.

You are the apple of His eye even though we, too, have been bruised by a fall. He stopped what He was doing and picked you and me up on a hill called Calvary and paid in full for our damaged fruit.

Let us live like we are worth the price He paid.

Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.

--Author Unknown

Memo from God!

Effective immediately, please be aware that there are changes YOU need to make in YOUR life. These changes need to be completed in order that I may fulfill My promises to you to grant you peace, joy and happiness in this life. I apologize for any inconvenience, but after all that I am doing, this seems very little to ask of you. Please, follow these 10 guidelines


1. QUIT WORRYING:

Life has dealt you a blow and all you do is sit and worry. Have you forgotten that I am here to take all your burdens and carry them for you? Or do you just enjoy fretting over every little thing that comes your way?


2. PUT IT ON THE LIST

Something needs done or taken care of. Put it on the list. No, not YOUR list. Put it on MY to-do-list. Let ME be the one to take care of the problem. I can't help you until you turn it over to Me. And although My to-do list is long, I am after all...God. I can take care of anything you put into My hands. In fact, if the truth were ever really known, I take care of a lot of things for you that you never even realize.


3. TRUST ME

Once you've given your burdens to Me, quit trying to take them back. Trust in Me. Have the faith that I will take care of all your needs, your problems and your trials. Problems with the kids? Put them on My list. Problem with finances? Put it on My list. Problems with your emotional roller coaster? For My sake, put it on My list. I want to help you. All you have to do is ask.


4. LEAVE IT ALONE

Don't wake up one morning and say, "Well, I'm feeling much stronger now, I think I can handle it from here." Why do you think you are feeling stronger now? It's simple. You gave Me your burdens and I'm taking care of them. I also renew your strength and cover you in my peace. Don't you know that if I give you these problems back, you will be right back where you started? Leave them with Me and forget about them. Just let Me do my job.


5. TALK TO ME

I want you to forget a lot of things. Forget what was making you crazy. Forget the worry and the fretting because you know I'm in control. But there's one thing I pray you never forget. Please, don't forget to talk to Me - OFTEN! I love YOU! I want to hear your voice. I want you to include Me in on the things going on in your life. I want to hear you talk about your friends and family.
Prayer is simply you having a conversation with Me. I want to be your dearest friend.


6. HAVE FAITH

I see a lot of things that you can't see from where you are. Have faith in Me that I know what I'm doing. Trust Me; you wouldn't want the view from My eyes. I will continue to care for you, watch over you, and meet your needs. You only have to trust Me. Although I have a much bigger task than you, it seems as if you have so much trouble just doing your simple part. How hard can trust be?


7. SHARE

You were taught to share when you were only two years old. When did you forget? That rule still applies. Share with those who are less fortunate than you. Share your joy with those who need encouragement. Share your laughter with those who haven't heard any in such a long time. Share your tears with those who have forgotten how to cry. Share your faith with those who have none.


8. BE PATIENT

I managed to fix it so in just one lifetime you could have so many diverse experiences. You grow from a child to an adult, have children, change jobs many times, learn many trades, travel to so many places, meet thousands of people, and experience so much. How can you be so impatient then when it takes Me a little longer than you expect to handle something on My to-do list? Trust in My timing, for My timing is perfect. Just because I created the entire universe in only six days, everyone thinks I should always rush, rush, rush.


9. BE KIND

Be kind to others, for I love them just as much as I love you. They may not dress like you, or talk like you, or live the same way you do, but I still love you all. Please try to get along, for My sake. I created each of you different in some way. It would be too boring if you were all identical.
Please, know I love each of your differences.


10. LOVE YOURSELF

As much as I love you, how can you not love yourself? You were created by me for one reason only -- to be loved, and to love in return. I am a God of Love. Love Me. Love your neighbors. But also love yourself. It makes My heart ache when I see you so angry with yourself when things go wrong. You are very precious to me. Don't ever forget.


--Author Unknown

When I say I am a christian:

By MAYA ANGELOU (as forwarded by Victor Komanyo)

When I say… “I am a Christian”

I’m not shouting “I’m clean livin’.”

I’m whispering “I was lost,

Now I’m found and forgiven.”

When I say… “I am a Christian”

I don’t speak of this with pride.

I’m confessing that I stumble

and need Christ to be my guide.


When I say… “I am a Christian”

I’m not trying to be strong.

I’m professing that I’m weak

And need His strength to carry on.

When I say… “I am a Christian”

I’m not bragging of success.

I’m admitting I have failed

And need God to clean my mess.


When I say… “I am a Christian”

I’m not claiming to be perfect,

My flaws are far too visible

But, God believes I am worth it.


When I say… “I am a Christian”

I still feel the sting of pain.

I have my share of heartaches

So I call upon His name.


When I say… “I am a Christian”

I’m not holier than thou,

I’m just a simple sinner

Who received God’s good grace, somehow!

Where it all began!

My journey begins in New nyanza General Hospital, in Kisumu city along the shores of the largest lake in Africa (Lake Victoria) where on a cloudy morning of 9th January 1971 my mother Mrs Beatrice Inziani brought me forth into this world. Born into a very humble world, as my mother says I started fighting from the word go. I was among the first 10 babies to be born at the hospital right after it was opened by the late founding father Mzee Jomo Kenyatta. So I was special in some kind of way, that I almost met the founding father. Unfortunately that was pretty much the closest I ever came to the dude...History though has it that he was quite a dude.. he left behind a legacy that some have found difficult to keep up with..he is our founding father and he deserves his place in history...

Back to my world. I havent been a frequent visitor to Kisumu, only having visited back 3 or 4 times since that first cloudy morning. The last time being in 1999 while passing through from a business trip to Kakamega (another great town which i will definitely write about. I owe my beginnings to the town though and I will make an effort to visit often...