Long time ago, a young boy was born deep in a village. He was humble, not of many words but many smiles. As other kids cried, he stayed cool, silent and warm.
His biggest desire was to go school. He yearned for knowledge with such a great desire. He would run after her elder sister to the gate, with an old bag, then come back. ” I want to go to school”…
Then time came to go school came. He was a little slow, but obedient, honest, kind … You would say, a child of character. Soon he was friends with brains, kids who were always best in class.
His best ever friend then died when he was in class two. He didn’t understand what death was, but he knew of a place called heaven. He sat beside an anthill and prayed, ” God, thank you for dad and mum and my siblings. Please make sure we all go to heaven. I still have three more friends. One has died. Will you please take care of them? Help us all to reach heaven. Amen.”
Every evening, at 6 pm, he enjoyed Bible stories read by his living dad. Later, he would memorize or recite some Bible verses like “psalms 1:1-3
1 Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.
2 But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night.
3 And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.”
He must have identified with David a lot. He even made a string guitar by connecting wires between his bed and the wall. He would even narrate every story of this king. He knew all his associates and always, like Abishai. When he received his first ever worthy gift, a Bible.. He read it over and over again, starting his day with 4 chapters just as her mum said she used to. Proverbs soon became his best book and John 14, a favourite chapter.
One day, he went to visit her aunt, a mother of 8 kids but still very young. They lived a miserable life. No food, no land, no source of income, idleness and many more miseries. He wondered why someone would accept such kind of poverty. He wondered why school never helped many people. He wondered why only so few people could live a happy life. He wondered why old people can’t solve problems. He wondered why there are many lessons in the Bible yet many go to church and seem to have no idea of any lesson.
“Why can’t you till this small piece of land and plant some vegetables? Kids are hungry!”
“We don’t have food. We are weak. We lack the energy to till land and sow some food.”
He became so disturbed. He could not understand.
The young boy grew up. He worked hard to do his best. He also worked hard just not to be defeated by a lady in class.. His younger brother who was ever best in class would laugh at him. He loved associating with much older people. His dad was the best companion ever. His was the most wise man in the world. A man with a thousand ideas and a good sense of humor. A good story teller and a man of character.
Just after his KCPE, he did messed up big and had to run away from home. He went to a far village, a walk of two days. On the third day, he he was so exhausted and hungry. He only had a small bag. Inside was a a Bible and a book by Ben Carson, “Gifted hands”. Mum had bought him this awesome book. He loved it a lot. He met a man who was tired weeding a farm full of vegetables. He begged the man to allow him weed in exchange for food. The man accepted.
Later in the evening, he went back to the farm and build a small house , made of bush leaves just as he used to do with other friends while taking care of cattle in the forest. The night was cold but he kept thinking. He remembered how Ben had changed from being bottom 2 to top and desired to rise high like him.
Very early in the morning, he started weeding and by the time the lazy owner of the farm arrived, he was done. His reward was a 200m² piece of land.
It was not long before he bought more piece of land, build a timber house, developed the biggest library in the community.
I miss my youngest sister so much, the stories of dad, Sabbath picnic with family, mum’s Chapati. Its time to buy them a car and go back home.
The sun was now rising. He jumped out of bed as he realized he was late for school.
What makes the big difference? Why are some people successful while others are so miserable. Why did people remain as they were since the the end if colonial rule? The huge cows have disappeared, the big pyrethrum fields have turned bushes, the healthy maize have become weak and of little quantity, the water pipes no longer flow with water. What happened?