WEDNESDAY SPECIAL; WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN; It is evening, it is going down, but how I feel about you has never once changed. The mistakes that you made, that we corrected here makes me sorrier than you will ever know, but am not the kind who apologizes to mortal beings. If i ever upset, you dont stress. Never forget, that God hasnt finished with me yet. I feel his hand on my brain. When I write this article, I go blind, and let the lord do his thing on me. But am I less holy? it is going down with many things indeed. It is going down when I’ve robbed literature its treasure. It is going down when the moonlight blurred my vision.. it is going down leaving me with many friends and enemies alike, looking me with teeth. It first went down in 1987 with Dambudzo Marechera. The same time the great one was conceived. And when it did come up again, the great one stepped on earth for the first time. It is believed in some quarters that the great one must be a reincarnation of the great dambudzo marechera. For he came and continued from where dambuzo left, using the same thematic revocation and style. It has been great terrific 4yr experience. The great one managed to drive both sycophants and petty critics the same WAY. It is interesting on how he dealt with conservatists who saw everything he posted as being immoral and uncouth. But time will eventually tell the real us. The day we will be all be set free. I will never continue seeing faces that I can’t shed in them any tender love. I will never see such faces forever again. It feels sweet. I hope you fill the same. Your reason was the reason I smiled. The way you act was what made my articles. It makes me wonder why you kept asking where I find what I write. As if I wrote about heaven or even hell! My basic of writing was in relation to my environment. The topics were presented by your strange behaviors. Right from environment one, to dear Nancy, to ghetto gospel, to in the event of my demise, to my viola, to some day….. all these, you were the source of information. And I wrote. I really wrote. When the sun goes down, it goes with me having brought sanity in joust. Something even a preacher could not do. Am not going to ask for offerings, the lord saw my good work and what he has blessed me with, am sure every creature that has life can clearly see. He has given me what you will never get in your life time. He has given me wings to fly. He has given me a reason to smile as I steps out of that gate. He has given me the reason to live. He has indeed justified my struggle. When the sun goes down, it is going down with me having successfully preached against unwanted pregnancies. Everybody, including sda, catholic and c.u chairpersons feared confronting this shameless act in this campus. But when I vigorously talked about it, pregnancies went down by about 74%. plain A. In those days some could ague sijui ati wakale get married before they get admitted to campus. Surely, kwani when I started this Wednesday special thing, you want to tell me that they abandoned this culture? The sun goes down with a lot of sanity having prevailed upon us. Before the inception of Wednesday special, we were shoving each other at the mess. We were fighting for ugali, chapattis and eggs. I will never forget a certain kisii 3rd year lady when it came to this. She together with some 3 now 4th year boys could make my life terrible at the mess. Remember, as compared to currently, those days I was more skinny and darker. It was hard for me to fight my way through; given how these people were muscular. The lord gave me gospel, my ghetto gospel. He put in my mouth the ghetto gospel which brought salvation and sanity. We also took time to preach to our dear kalenjin friends of the risk they were putting us through when they use their fingers to brush their teeth after meal. We advised and encouraged them to always carry tooth brush if they must brush after meals. Bushing using fingers was putting others in risk of oral infections, especially we luos and luhyas who like greeting people with hands. It is to my great relief how they took the gospel kindheartedly, with some even going to an extend of buying PK after every meal. Am your moses. Atlist am leaving you when you can see the Promised Land. Am yet to know who will be the Joshua, but am sure there must be. Treat this article as our last supper. Eat it up, in mind knowing that you are sharing in my body and spirit. Drink it as a symbol of sharing in my blood. Am leaving you with a bunch of student leaders who needs even more pushing for them to perform than any other student leaders we have ever have. Am leaving when ladies have decided that walking semi naked is what dictates being in campus. Am leaving you in Sodom, but am sure a good Joshua will deliver you to your promised land.. It is evening, some of us will never see this sun that used to illuminate joust. Let it illuminate somewhere else. Let it illuminate ukwala. Let it go back to ROSEMARY and illuminate her house. Let it illuminate uthiru. Allow it illuminate south c. for once it will be remembered with nonchalance, that LR 6 in jaramagi oginga odinga university, meant to the great one what LR 4 used to mean to ngugi wathiong’o at makerere university. Its going down. Its down. Its going down here, but it is going to rise and shine brighter out there. The house of hunger is here to be rewritten. This is the continuation of the black sunlight……………….
Posted on: Wed, 10 Dec 2014 17:52:04 +0000
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