Fourth born in a family of ten. Started school at the age of five with dounting performance owing to health complications.

Early primary school days involved isolation from friends and family members due to unique health challenges. The producty of this sense of isolation was a discipline of personal reflection cultivated over time and later nurtured school.

Involved in constant struggles of fear. First it was the fear to offend sternparents. Then the fear of darkness as a sign of the unknown. Then the fear of new places like school, and new people like teachers and other pupils. This softness of heart paved way for a sense of spiritual understanding. God, as introduced in sundayschool, and in earlier days of Christian maturity, became the new consolation against fear and uncertainty.

At High School, the habit of reflections took the form of Bible studies, images of home and meditation. I wrote short stories and discarded some of them. At times these reflections emerged as poetry with mostly sad and melancholic moods. The new awareness of the meanness of life- the fact that life does not necessarily give you what you always want- became a thing that botered me over time. i believed so much in merit and qualification. But high School life portaryed frineds who were already on the throes of apathy over life; no much ambitions.

Coupled by the politics of the day, the new turns of religion becoming a means, for some, of self- agrandizement economically, combined wityh the readings of literature, history and politics, my secondary school ,life became a time of self awareness and establishing more critical thought to life.

At the university, the disillusions of moral conduct among us, the scholars, humbled me and taught me that i was still alive among humans. the concept of what it menat to be human- to be weak and prone to all forms of forces, imaginary or real- taught me to realize that although we think often trhat life is hard, it isd only that we never understand ourselves.

This realiztion gave me the muse to jot down a novella titled 'Nursing Our Tars' . It formed part of my Creative Writing Project for my Foiurth Year at Moi University. Upon graduation, i went out of campus some level of skepticism about finding a job for a BA Literature. The term nowadays's aggressivenesss. It is used to describe the struggleas in the period between graduation and getting a job. This used to be a noble description for hardwork. But these days, aggressivenss encompasses corruption and in some cases sex for a job.

After teaching for a while at a School that much embodied the problems facing Africa in its endeavour to educate its children (story of another day) i concluded that what i needed to do was to go back to Campus and begin an MA in Literature. I landed a part time vocation at a nearby college lecturer.

i still look forwrd to a more satisfying life in Africa. I belive we have as much countries with opportunities as the USA. The problem is we have never known how to share thos opportunities. And the answers to when and how are entirely upto us, The Africans. history has proved our resilience and undying spirit in the face of all forms of hardship, but we mustr remeber that it is not, and never will it be, a compliment to be poor.