2008 IN KERINGET – KURESOI.
After coming out of Nyansa I was out out there in the village, jobless, clueless, planless etc as the great hustlers of Kenya would have termed me. After realising that a job whether white or blue collar wasn’t fought coming my way any time soon, I decided “kujipea shuguli” otherwise look for something to do. So I decided to visit a friend of mine in Keringet shopping centre near Olenguruone in Nakuru county. My friend had a retail shop in that place. His bizna had picked pretty well. Abanyamato are good buyers or nice neighbours when every factor remains constant. Otherwise you will see purgatory with your naked eyes while still in the land the living.
My friend encouraged, ushered and motivated me into doing business. I started from scratch and after one year I possessed a sizable retail shop, a Berber shop (kinyozi), a Salon and Carpentry workshop and commenced growing snow peas and Irish potatoes. My friends Mapengo bw’Ong’uti and Boy O’Chebesu will attest to this.
That was back in 2006. We were a couple of non Kales domiciling there. Ngosobindet, Orero and some Meruans. All went on well oblivious of the fate ahead of us. A general election of 2008 approached. Obako was president. Baba and Kipchirchir had forged a powerful opposition with ODM to trounce Obako in one go.
2008 came, the campaign spirit rose high. PNU versus ODM. We Bantus in that region were spontaneously affiliated to our Bantu thing leaving the Nilotes do there stuff alone. It is a paradox that it is just the opposite of what’s currently taking place in the political arena.
They clandestinely learned it and came for us. Tuliona masiku mrefu in IDP tents in Molo after loosing virtually all our earthly belongings to them. I don’t want to narrate a detailed account of what transpired chronologically for my security lest these heathens come for me once again. I’m told they are just an inch from clinching power in the highest echelons of our land. A Kiswahili proverb goes ” he who was once bitten by a serpent will shudder and flinch at the sight of a piece of an old twine”.
Though I remember every little detail like it happened yesterday but I’m compelled to shut up so quietly. Bye friends.
