Kuresoi

I stand accused and i plead guilty. my head is bowed in screaming shame. my heart bleeds and i feel my shoulders hanging weak in the air coz my bones want to flee. no one wants to be part of this failure.

I went to a place called maela past olenguruone just after finishing school. a friend of mine from that area had suggested that i would make a perfect teacher (somehow i was a star back in college days) and he wanted me to teach the young people in his home area. it was a long bumpy ride but the landscape was to die for . literally. the rolling land, the green country side, the sweet smell of fertility and humus in the air was unspeakable.

after the long ride we arrived in a catholic church where i was to teach. we were welcomed very warmly by an old white catholic priest. he loved me at once. my friend introduced me well and stated his desire. the priest took a long deep breath sighed and then asked us to take a bath. we would talk after dinner.

after dinner the priest looked at me with rather a long face, i knew things weren't well. he said he liked me alright and had heard about my faith and participation in the church. (my friend had been the chairman of our church group) he also liked my grades but he would not allow me to work there. he said the situation was very fluid. the security was bad and my not knowing either of the local language would put me in a very bad situation. so the following day they both escorted me to the bus to get back to my relatively secure place at the lake side

that was about a decade ago. elections had been done. but the volatility continued unabated. it was the time when the kikuyus around kerio valley were taken to the crocodile infested river kerio and ordered to jump in. (river kerio is a deep gorge river with very steep banks. you cant climb out) there was a sad tale about one young man who landed on a rock so the crocs did not get him at first. when help came, the people threw a rope down to him. but when he was being pulled out one crocodile got hold of his leg and there ensued a struggle between his rescuers and the beast down. of course it was no fairy tale and the corodile won.

this year the situation looks worse. i have since started a blog. yet in all these times, have given Kuresoi a huge silence. for that matter, like the catholic fathers taught me, i have sinned by ommision, by silence and by burying my head in the sand.

however the situation in kuresoi, mt elgon etc are a crying shame to all of us who have chosen to be buried in the politics of hatred, in the business of investments and so on.