David Nganga - Limping to live

David Nganga

Limping to live

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AKNOWLEGMENT AKNOWLEGMENT I acknowledge All the Wazee(the Aged) who are part of Nyumba(the House)i.e Kimani,Mwangi Njuguna, Kagema, Juma, Wamunyege, and Mwangi who mysteriously disappeared .They continue to be an important part of my life and remind me of my Grandfather. There are also other three who have passed away; may God rest their souls in eternal peace. Also all the boys who live at Nyumba,i.e Peter,George,Harun, and Charles Murigu our responsible. They have assisted me over the years without fail. Last but not least,my friends and neighbors George, Kirina, David and my Soweto friend Beth, who has washed my clothes since I arrived here. Ken Mwangi and his brother Michael, Benson Kariuki and many others for visiting me consistently. God bless them and may their future prosper. Thanks to Mr Mathew Kibe K. for editing the manuscript. I am facing the future with confidence and determination. So help me God

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I acknowledge All the Wazee(the Aged) who are part of Nyumba(the House)i.e Kimani,Mwangi Njuguna, Kagema, Juma, Wamunyege, and Mwangi who mysteriously disappeared .They continue to be an important part of my life and remind me of my Grandfather. There are also other three who have passed away; may God rest their souls in eternal peace.

Also all the boys who live at Nyumba,i.e Peter,George,Harun, and Charles Murigu our responsible. They have assisted me over the years without fail.

Last but not least,my friends and neighbors George, Kirina, David and my Soweto friend Beth, who has washed my clothes since I arrived here. Ken Mwangi and his brother Michael, Benson Kariuki and many others for visiting me consistently. God bless them and may their future prosper. Thanks to Mr Mathew Kibe K. for editing the manuscript.

I am facing the future with confidence and determination.

So help me God

Since I came into this world my life has been a mixture of hope and disappointments , or simply unlucky . But due to determination and confidence given to me by the genes I inherited from my grandfather, I have been able to overcome myriad obstacles and continue living. In the African culture the ululations and excitement that baby boys receive by far outweigh those of girls. My two sisters were beside themselves with joy to have a young brother.

When the time came for my enrolment in school , the long journey of studies started. It was in the early sixties when Kenya wrestled its independence from Britain, it`s then colonial master. The task of building the new nation began in earnest and education was given the first priority. Every Kenyan child was supposed to enroll in school in preparation for taking over from the white rule .

I was part of this generation that entered school with great expectations. Our school was located in one of the so-called white highlands, where the terrain and the weather were usually depressing, especially during cold seasons. I walked to school, several kilometers, on bare foot.

My father got a job as a driver, and travelled around Uganda transporting materials for a construction company. He usually came back with money enough to feed his six boys and four girls .He also came back with stories of his adventures to which we listened attentively. During one of the trips he told us how he stopped on the way to pee in the bush. As he entered a goose jumped, and momentarily, he was confronted by a large snake preparing to attack. He sidestepped it, jumped into driver`s seat and sped away!

By the time I was in class six in 1976, the political situation in the country was in a crisis. Succession politics took centre stage. The founding president Mzee Jomo Kenyatta was in his sunset years. There was also the politically sensitive murder of the then popular politician, J.M. Kariuki. Indeed as we prepared for the primary school final exams, everyone was talking about the imminent political change in the country and what the future would hold without Kenyatta.

It was then not surprising that in 1978 while we were grazing our cattle during August holidays, I heard over the radio that president Jomo Kenyatta had died in Mombasa. The country went into mourning. The then vice president Daniel Arap Moi took over despite opposition from some of the Kenyatta loyalists.

The new administration called for unity and development among all the communities. A lot of emphasis continued to be placed on education.

During December holidays we decided together with my age mates that the time had come for us to be circumcised. I informed my parents, who agreed and sent me to join my cousin in Nairobi; we undertook the traditional rite of passage together .It was a long holiday. I enjoyed very much my new status in the society as I now considered myself a real man.

I was now ready to join Secondary School together with my elder sister with whom we had sat the final Primary school Examination. During those long holidays, we used to participate in various games especially football in our village and also in the local church where I was a very active and devoted follower. Since childhood I loved soccer. I think I took after my father. I was fascinated by football stars from major European clubs. Around this time also my love for politics started and as I prepared to join high school, my dream was to become a lawyer or a politician.

On the political scene, the new administration under president Daniel Arap Moi was busy entrenching itself and consolidating power. There were those opposed to his style of ruling and were calling for his resignation .He reacted by cracking down on all forms of political dissent and even detention without trial.

The invitation letter to join a local High school which was both day and boarding school came together with that of my sister who was called to a Girl’s boarding school in the local town of Kiambu. My father at the time was working as a personal driver to an Asian tycoon. His meager salary could not sustain a family of eight, let alone pay our school fees.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. The family decided that I had to repeat to give way for my sister to join Form one .I was very devastated and depressed and I refused to go by the decision .After my sister left and having wasted two weeks at home, I decided to visit my cousin to seek financial help .We used to call her auntie because she was already married .She sympathized with my plight and offered to help my father with my school fees. After three weeks I was able to join Githiga High school in January, 1979.

I couldn’t afford boarding expenses and so I used to trek three miles every day, together with two other students from my neighborhood. Determination, confidence and hard work are needed for academic excellent.