It’s been long since the village girl last posted here. After high school and lots of messing up in the village, she bid Vokoli goodbye and moved to Nairobi. The day she had been eagerly waiting for finally arrived! She bid her mother and friends a teary goodbye, and boarded a ‘Kawere Namukunda’ bus.
The journey to the city was quite uneventful. She paid no attention to the ‘moving trees and buildings’ on the roadside. Her mind was preoccupied with what lay ahead. She was now the family’s only hope for a brighter future. She was aware that the burden she bore was heavy and she was determined to do her best.
The poor thing was sad, having just lost her dad. As you can imagine, it’s quite a blow losing a parent, the sole breadwinner, when you’re barely out of your teens. No words can aptly describe what it felt like. She felt lost, abandoned, confused and any other adjective you can think of. Her life had lost both meaning and direction .
Well, as the adage goes: “Every cloud has a silver lining,” her uncle offered to see her through college. She arrived in the capital to be met by her cousin Mike. They hadn’t seen each other in a long time and they had a lot to talk about. She arrived at her uncle’s house in the leafy suburb of Lavington and it was then that she realized she had been ‘surviving’ all her life! Damn! these guys ‘lived!’
“Hey, whatcha staring at?” Mike asked her. ‘Uhm…what did you say?’ She didn’t notice that she had been standing there for three full minutes, mouth wide agape, taking in her uncle’s display of opulence…
Village girl 