When my father, a thin-skinned luhya fundamentalist carrying angry scars on his forehead, married my heaven-bound, spirit-filled, devil-nonsense and Scripture-spitting mother at a small tin-roofed dusty church, he was slapped with an invoice reading eleven cows, a Zebu Bull and six goats. Well, it was a worth bride prize because it strangely included a 1927 sewing machine model and eight kilograms of cassava flour.
A decade later, I was born on a chilly Saturday night at a time when the Nyayo milk was politically still part of the school curriculum. Ready to welcome me into the village way of life was Mama Truphosa, the official village midwife. A bubbly woman with an infectious smile, Mama Truphosa was characterized with a larger-than-life personality and a big sweaty nose, it was jokingly rumored that she could smell any newly pregnant woman miles away.
I was raised in a humble protestant family, and grew up in the village battling jiggers and malnourishment, while lusting after the voluptuous Christine Nafula, the daughter of Shikoti, the village herbalist.
Well, that was then. For now, and in earthly matters, I am a Communications Strategist, Writer, Blogger, Mentor and Author of two satirical novels: FAR FROM HOME: Confessions of a foreign student, and The Devil’s Favourite Demons. I am also the Founder of Living Effectively Mentorship Program (LEMP). While in heavenly affairs, I am Born-Again and Jesus Christ is my personal Lord and Savior.
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