I grew up in the countryside where there was no glamour of the city life. My life revolved around hoes, jembes and machetes; farm life. I wanted a break from that life and maybe that is why I performed well in class during my days as a pupil in the elementary school.
I don’t know why it had to be me, but I learnt from my own experience that a trace on a Mendelian chart isn’t enough to make a man a father; it takes more to own that tittle. And sperm donors aren’t fathers; they are specimen in the laboratory of life. So I am a victim paying for sins of some two youths who couldn’t resist the urge to taste each other when they got lost in throes of passion. For years I dreaded the night I was conceived. Mostly because I wanted to know more about me but nobody knew even as much as I knew to be able to fill my cup. Need I say I am still trying to discover me?
I don’t really know much about me, especially my roots but I do know some years ago I began an affair with writing. In primary school my best subject was English especially creative composition writing; Most of the time I topped the class and Madam began a tradition of reading my writes in class as everybody listened.
After high school I got slow on the pen. Having failed to achieve a university score, some sense of self-loathe crept in me and I didn’t need any price tag to appreciate the bitter truth that my worth was gone. I wasn’t going to be a journalist as I had dreamed and these thoughts drove me further away from my pen. After spending some years outside sticking my fingers into small businesses (hawking to be precise) I got a chance to study a management course at Kenya Institute of Management. I specialized in PR. While there I met wordpress.
I began using wordpress without even knowing how to tag a post and I found it the most boring site I had ever interacted with. So my site became Idle for a years and months. But recently something happened, I woke up to the realization that poetry was my thing and where else could I publish my poems if not wordpress? I have also learnt of my affinity to performance poetry and now I don’t have to downplay it when I say that: I am a very honest guy who values expression by pen. A writer, blogger and spoken word artist. I write to trace my thoughts not to show how good I am with words, if you are looking for word genius you are in the wrong place but if you are in love with stories and poetry that revolves around our daily lives then get in and close the door behind you!
In this blog I share my experience on life. What I see happening and lessons I draw from them. You will know more of me as time goes by but please not every ‘I’ in my writing refers to ‘me’. Some ‘Is’ will be imaginary. I hope you’re aboard this flight!