Limo's Narratives.

I developed the liking towards him long before he came to our school. I used to see him during zonal or regional sports events. Those days when interschool competitions were the talk of the town. I used the town to mean village. The days' mammoth crowd thronged to the primary school field to witness the neck to neck competitions. The days we invested the whole term for. For some of us, it was the only days we ate mangoes or sugarcane. Any way aside with the sports days. He used to officiate some of the games and the reason why I liked him was after the games he will take time to play with us. The feeble ones, the unskilled, the spectators. I could see that he pitied us, that is why he allowed us to touch the ball at one tap. It would remain memorable for the rest of the year. He was jovial and enjoyed it.   Short, well-built and a seemingly protruding belly. Smartly dressed and walked liked a duck. He was stylish in every way. The way he articulated his words, the way he c...

Cheplaskei Boys High School is where I got my secondary school education plus a little bit of civilization. Before that, I used to be well versed with village terrain, norms and gossip. I had never seen a tarmac road before let alone seeing an urban environment. Eldoret was a few kilometres away but we could only see it on a certain hill in the morning when we were going to school. Admission to high school close to a tarmac was the biggest achievement. I am a man who likes keeping his lanes. I never wanted to cross the paths of those people who come from urban centres or even areas surrounding a shopping centre. I avoided the paths of those people who knew much on class subjects, technology, modernity, latest TV shows, games and those who were already initiated. I was average in everything. Class and games. I had nothing special in me. I would pass Business Studies to avoid eye contact with Mrs Orina, I played in the field to avoid discussing enthalpy changes or Fleming’s Right Hand ...

I got tired closing my ears and turning blind eye to the unacceptable happenings around me. I started humming but soon failed. I opted to think about them at night when darkness won’t allow me to see. It drained my sleep. Or rather it occupied the space of most important thoughts I used to have at those times. You know what I used to think at such hours? How tall was Jesus? Is oxygen aware that they gave it a name? What if the earth was round? And other important stuff that stole my sleep. Twitter, Facebook and WhatsApp came. I thought it was going to divert my thoughts. It never helped. I still see them, I still hear them, I still feel them. The pain that I feel when I see adverse effects that the purpose of life, the purpose of education and the state of our environment have faced is unmatched. I suffer both internally and externally. The diversion and mutilation of life’s source of happiness, the partiality that is being emphasized in our education and the degradation that our ...