Just to refresh your mind, Baba Soni had lived in the US for 25 years before the bug to relocate back home started to bite him a few years ago. He finally made it a reality last year and his story was told in these pages a while back.
When I ponder on the happenings in my village, I am cognizant of the fact that what is happening there is a microcosm of the bigger village. For you see, outside of my village is the inside of another global village.
One can listen with empathy to Edna’s story. A successful banker in Nairobi turned almost into a beggar just because her address changed from South B Nairobi, to South Boston.
“I have reached the end of my rope,” Edna sounded a woman defeated. “I have to make a concrete decision ASAP.” I could not fail to notice her lips twitching with trepidation. This was three Sundays ago when I met with Edna after a church service.
Nobody knew where he came from, his age, or his relatives. What everybody knew was that Maiko had been around for as long as the village had existed. His tribe was also a mystery to many since he would not divulge his birth place.
My thesis is anchored on the fact that technology has extended our limited abilities to accomplish what Nostradamus foresaw a couple of centuries ago.
The passage of one year into another is also a sad reminder that all resolutions we made at the beginning of the year have not been met. Therefore do not sweat to make any for the coming year. Just take a day as it comes. Pay your bills on time, love more, respect the other person, and embrace friendship. So long, 2010.
Marketers, I believe, live to convince you and me that something is amiss in our lives. That if it so happens that we do not part with our hard earned dollar to buy their wares, then we would have only ourselves to blame.
By now you know that I was born and brought up in the plains of Lanet, Nakuru County. As a lad, while perched at my favorite muhuti tree, I could vividly see at a distance, the cleanest town in East and Central Africa.