Rising Star

This blog has offered me an excellent opportunity to rant and rave about issues around me. In my years on this earth and the confusing process of self-discovery, I have come to know one thing about me: I am no struggler. Severally, I have been told by acquaintances and colleagues (not friends), that in life, you sometimes have to go out of your way to get what you want. I have been told i have to fight for my place in society. I have to make people feel my presence. In as much as that might be what it is in some instances, I do not like push overs nor being a push over. You want my services? Tell me, I will offer them. Oh, you like me that way? Show it but do not give me mixed signals. You like what I do? That is great, just do not take advantage of me. Wow, Brendah, you are such a good friend. Well, thank you but do not take my being good for granted. You want to give me something? Do so but just do not think I will break me in order to get it. I am no Miss Two-Goodie Shoes. I w

In the past few days, Mt Elgon has been in the news for all the bad reasons. For those who do not know, Mt. Elgon is my motherland. It is my home. I am a proud Sabaot. For many years, Mt. Elgon and its people have been marginalized. Some have even said that nothing good has ever come out of this beautiful land. Yes, we were very much affected by the Sabaot Land Defence Force menace. Many people lost their lives and families were scattered. We still feel the effects of this Force till now. Nevertheless, Mt. Elgon is a beautiful place. This is attested by its lush greenery, undulating hills, its forests with its wildlife, the cattle gently grazing in farms, crops dancing gracefully in the cool breeze and its peaceful people. Sabaot's are very accommodating. There is always a sense of freshness and newness when i visit my home in Kimobo. There is neither pollution of the air or unnecessary noise around. Some have said that Sabaot's are backwards. I have met people who have bee

Dear Dad, Do you remember the talk we had with you one time when we were driving home? Just the two of us? How you told me your story of your rise to become a bank manager? I was amazed by that story that I had to confirm from Mom first. And when I did, Sylviah and Emmah were the first people i called to ask whether they knew about your story. I was humbled Daddy, by your humility. I was humbled by how hard you have/had worked to climb the ladder to where you were. I was humbled by the fact that you are very humble. I do not remember any day you raised your voice or even your finger against us. Instead, you talked to us and pumped sense in to our heads. I hope we are turning out into being the children you want us to be. Dad, I have never seen a more generous person like you. I remember making a prayer one day, tears streaming down my cheeks,  that if God were to bless me, let Him bless me the way He has blessed you.   You have been a dad to many. You have bought people in to our