THAT WAS TOO MUCH!!

Somethings put you off-guard, you feel like drinking a cold beer at the river banks admiring the smooth flow of water. How it navigates the bends and wonder when your life will flow smoothly like a drop of water in the river. This is what I feel when such happens, you lose 8/10 cows in your boma at ago. You are a farmer moreso a Kalenjin farmer.
You feel like the whole world is against you, it kills your confidence, freezes your bravity and nullifies your achievements. All of us will fail to understand how on earth someone walks into a shop, "nipee ile sumu ya nguvu kwa yote, yenye itaua ng'ombe 10/10 bila kubahatisha...." back in the mind he/she is picturing your boma. You go ahead and choose mashujaa day, on the night of mashujaa you execute your mission. You kill them, as innocent as they are, one after the other, you make sure they are not going to face the next day or the furthest they go is the next week. In your mind they carry the weight of 4000Ksh you were not paid as a fine because it is suspected they strained into you malnutritioned maite plants.
  Am not going to judge you, infact I dont even know you, God and yourself alone know who you are. The clock is still ticking and soon the truth will unveil, you will be brought to broad daylight by the actions you did in the dark, time will catch up with you. I wish you be forgiven but forever you will remain guilty and your actions will judge you.
I saw them die one by one like poisoned cockroaches. It was painful and you could see it by the nature of death; heavy breathing, bloody diarrhoea, coughing and finally puking as they gave up to their last breath. They did not kick it was useless, they had fought enough. If they could afford to say something at least they could have said their will, what to do with the orphaned calves and the person who killed them.
You will watch us suffer, start from scratch and build up again from the calves you spared, no, you forgot to poison. We shall be better than where we were before you did this. I hope you live long to see this happen but not to poison again, you can kill but please don't spare us the grieve, that is enough.
Acceptance is the first step towards healing, tumekubali. I know everybody has to spirit of vengeance, some let it die, some confess others revenge like you did. One could have been enough blow but that was too much for us to handle.

SUNDAY CRUSH

Some will tell you that love is brewed anywhere even in public toilets when you have that bullying diarrohea, that statement is true. Every couple thinks theirs was a special way; from wrong numbers to choir members to pubs and just a common passenger on your estate mathree.
It was on of those extra-ordinary Sundays, the ones you wake up feeling touched you think you can change satan back to his angel days. You want to tell the world how good God has been to you, everybody should be heading to church. It reminds me of the days I was a school captain, on such Sundays' I would make sure everybody is in the hall for the Service and making notes on what the speaker was saying. I wish this happens all remaining Sundays of my stay on top of the soil.
Since now days I don't have a Sunday best, I pulled down the last clean pair of trouser, my only white shirt and prepared for church. No more carrying of bibles to church, I never carried any before though. Thanks to Biblical apps supported by even the cheapest android phones.
The service was blessing in its own, am told humilty saved the jews from the cruel decision of Haman the then prime minister of Persia and Media through Modecai. It was touching, I came out a different man, a man willing to change course from Media to Theology and be  reverend. It was a coincidence for the Sunday to be a Father's Day, I gave my last old 50 shilling note that rarely leaves my wallet to our Father. Hoping He will bless my pockets as usual. I left the church empty in pocket but rich at heart and spiritually full.
Sunday afternoons are the worst afternoons in history of man, it reminds you of Monday and tasks ahead. You feel like the weekend should start over again. I was still wondering what to do to 'push time' then I remembered my face was becoming hairy, I needed to see a barber. With a plan in mind and a cousin for company, we left for the barber-shop.
Along the road we made jokes and laughed foolishly like those market women I usually sell my cabbages on market days. From a distance we spotted, our pace changed and we moved faster hoping nothing would come between us. There was this boda guy who looked confused, actually he was, but he saved my day, he chose not to interfere with my wish by going on his way. We followed them closely till we were there. The girls were pretty, the ones you get satisfied when they just tell you their names even if they lie like they tried.
After a long time without rains, God sent the rains from above to make my day a success. From nowhere the rains started and that should be the begining of a story I will tell my kids how I met their mother incase one dares to ask.
When good things happen, its also right to ask yourself when did the rain started beating you. For these are the rains that put smiles on farmers faces and brew love in a neighbours kitchen in their absentia in the name of seeking shelter.

MY SON! MARITIM Jr.

The world needs a strong man like you, a brilliant brave man who can outdo the worst. He who is not aftraid to face the world, who can walk the jungle and outshine the lion.
It needs a man who can run under the sun until he is done. You are that man, you can prove your manhood beyond your sexuality. You are better than me I know, don't show.
Prove them wrong and be strong, your mom loves you but the world hates you. Just be the better version of me and be you.
You are the man the world has been waiting for,the ladies are jealous for, your parents need you more. Act brave and act strong.
I will invest in you and let you enjoy the harvest, you have to be the best, better than the rest.
In you, my hopes lye, till I die, please don't make me cry. Enjoy the moments,  before you are swept by the currents.
Before its dawns on you that I am down; take the crown. Be my heir and go beyond my potential. I love you....
Where are you my son?
Where is your mom??
We love you our son.
You are my son.

OPEN LETTER TO MY UNBORN KID!!

Dear Junior,
Hope you live to read this letter, that I write to you in your absentia.
Jr, I don't know whom your mother is but I know I am you dad. I wish your mother will be my wife and not  those one night stand ladies dad has been taking home after several bottles of beer with buddies at the local. I hope she will be a mother like your grandmother; to love and care for you. She will not be the kind who forgets you and watch the cheap soap operas all day and study her mobile phone everytime you need her most.
The outside world will be unfair to you, me and your mom will try our best to make you feel comfortable, give you the best we can afford on earth and advice you on how to survive the hard way for there is nothing easy on earth. Your friends will betray you, your lover will play you, but I and mom will love you forever, that I promise.
Dad will make mistakes once or twice, please forgive me. I may come home late to disturb your sleep after watching a game with my men, just understand. I will punish you when you make mistake that just like me you wont understand why until you grow up; I dont raise quacks in my family. Your mom will quarell you severally and correct you every now and then, respect her.
As you grow up you will make friends and enemies, hope you have more enemies than friends so that you get a reason to work hard and trust few people. You will love and get hurt just like your parents, you are not alone son, keep moving.
One day you will get married, I wish you have a peacefull marriage like the one I wish to have with your mother.
Finally Jr, learn to obey those in authority, be honest to yourself and faithful to you loved ones. Be kind to nature, read the Bible and pray, that is my greatest weakness I hope you will overcome. Live your life knowing there is no other chance. Enjoy when its due and handle situations with maturity.
"Akili ni mali Ujinga ndio hasara, sasa tutafanya nini ndugu yangu???"
I hope you read this letter when you will be 5 years old. Hope it finds you well,wether I will be alive or dead just know there is nothing more than what is in this letter Jr. Have a good life as you start your journey on earth. Byee!!! Love you Jr.

Yours Loving,
Dad

Why I was born:

I was born to die, but before my death I was given responsibilities
In the end you are going to wish I lived a longer even just for an hour but I will be gone, dead. That is my final role, to die. Death is my destiny and am aware, am not afraid to reach my destiny but am worried about it. It will bring grieve to thpse who know my value, those who loved me and a sigh of relief to my haters. I will die, that I promise, just place your bet and wait death will win the match.
Before I reach my destiny I am entitled to responsibilities given to me by my Creator, GOD HIMSELF. I cannot say my journey to death was succesful if I don't finish my assignments and submit them to Him.
I am assigned to;

1 serve
I am assigned to serve you, yes, You. If I don't kindly tell me so I can do it or repprt me. I will serve the punishment for failing to serve you. My service is to all, you deserve it anywhere anytime. I will serve with passion and strength I will give my best to service. If I reach my destiny without serving then there was no reason for the journey.
I am born to serve before I die.
2 love
How difficult it is, but its my God given duty. I have to love, from my parents to strangers, rich to poor, able to disable, tribesmen to non- tribesmen, male to female; love all. I will love you with my whole heart. You deserve this for it is my duty to love you. You and the rest.
I am born to love before I die.

3 Lead
If you are lost follow me for its my duty to lead you. This is the responsibiliry I never knew until Chewoyet revealed to me, God bless Chewoooo... I could have died withouth knowing this. I am ready to lead at all times for its my God given duty, I will do it till I die. Moi University here I am to do it for you. The rest of the world you are not left out, I will do it.
I am born to lead before I die

4. Protect
I am not the strongest but I am there to protect you. I am strong and brave enough to protect you for it is my role before I die. I will do it at all angles and at all times for as long as I can do it,  you can't suffer where I am for I will protect you by all means. With me you are safe.
I will protect before I die.

5. Exploit
The world was made wild, with variety. Then I was tasked, to look for what is really mine, what is good for me and my friends in the unknown. I promise I will exploit and bring up the best for you if not for us.

6 To enjoy and mourn.
There is time for everything, a time to laugh and a time to cry. They happen and am entitled to make them happen. I have the right to enjoy and make merry when time is good to do so for by default I wont enjoy the moments when sorrow strikes and moods become sombre. For all the two are my duties as I go through life towards my death.

7 To risk
Nothing comes on a Silverplate. Seize the moment and try your luck. I will come for you even if they point swords to me still I will risk. I will venture into a business and try to make something out of the unknown. I am born to try and fail try and succeed, I am born to risk before I die.

8 To feel and care
I may not shed tears for every bad encounter neither will I cheer for every success or good things that happen, something inside me will strike, I will feel.
I wont let you feel the pain nor go through hard times when I have the capacity. I will take care of you.

9 To die
I wont live forever, am not permanent. One thing is certain in my life, whether I become poor or rich, good or bad whatever I will be or I am. I dont know when and I dont wish to know, but I hope it is not soon.
Am sure one day I wont do all this for I will die.