A good grade is just but the beginning of a long torturous winding road to greatness

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One of my most solemn hymns is ‘BECAUSE HE LIVES’ The words in the second stanza…
“How sweet to hold a new born baby and feel the joy and pride he gives..But greater still the calm assurance… This child can face uncertain days because he lives.. ”

I was ambitious, though I didn’t know exactly what I was shooting for. Now I think it’s one of the most useless questions an adult can ask a child — What do you want to be when you grow up?

Thanks to my mentor from our days he was my House Captain Benard William Chitunga, the introductory words of the book I am currently reading – BECOMING by Michelle Obama are enough to send my point home,
“When I was a kid, my aspirations were simple. I wanted a dog. I wanted a house that had stairs in it—two floors for one family. I wanted, for some reason, a four-door station wagon instead of the two-door Buick that was my father’s pride and joy. I used to tell people that when I grew up, I was going to be a pediatrician. Why? Because I loved being around little kids and I quickly learned that it was a pleasing answer for adults to hear. Oh, a doctor!
What a good choice! In those days, I wore pigtails and bossed my older brother around and managed, always and no matter what, to get As at school. I was ambitious, though I didn’t know exactly what I was shooting for. Now I think it’s one of the most useless questions an adult can ask a child — What do you want to be when you grow up? As if growing up is finite. As if at some point you become something and that’s the end”

In summary I am telling you folks that a good grade is just but the beginning of a long torturous winding road to greatness! Again, when a child starts to curve the trajectory of progress and growth, don’t put a full stop to his or her life until God says so!

Malekha Primary School was my home for ten straight years.You people call it Pre Unit,Top Class and is it Middle class? No, at Malekha I only knew of Nursery A and Nursery B… the school stood deep in the interior of Kabras, quite impassable then even by a motorbike. We used to go to school bare feet and in Pre School, we used to sit under a huge omutoto, caressing the sand and scribbling on our thighs. Fastforward, in our class of 2004,enduring scarce facilities, lack of exposure, absence of electricity, going home in the rains, competing with village night runners for the wee hours of the chilly mornings, I scored 401 marks, followed by my cousins Mulunda Benjamin with 388,Moses Anekeya 379 and Elijah Omurunga Shayo with 374 marks. That stellar performance has never been replicated.

I was tending our cattle wa Kwasindani when I received rumours of these results. My Uncle John Tande, an Education official in the then Kakamega District had actually called home and as I drove the cattle to the shed, I saw the joy all over his face-my dad’s face. I ran to school and found my Head Master Mukonyole Lumbatatia and my class teacher, khotsa Masitsa Kwoma waiting for me!.. I knew my desire to join Alliance High School had finally materialised. No! I was wrong… There were cartels, those who used to cheat in exams, get weird grades, lock us out of prestigious schools just because schools like Malekha had no one at the top there. We had no one to ensure that our names would land at Alliance and Mangu and Patch…For us it was a struggle and the struggle continues for the sons of fishermen and peasants and touts and watchmen

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TO BE CONTINUED…
(congratulations KAKAMEGA county for being tops again)