A WALK LIKE NO OTHER
I am not very skilled in writing, but I take hold of a pen, rub it over a piece of paper in a systematic way as taught in nursery school some twenty one years ago. Pushed by the urge in my heart to share this message in its simplicity. A walk like no other. A walk to remember, others would put it that way. There was excitement and ecstasy all over. Yells of joy and jubilation filled the cold Njoro air. From a far, you could easily know that there was something unusual happening. Some neighbours and passersby could not withstand the chants and screams from the boys ( Men – as they called themselves ). Many stood agape, watching the happenings as they unfolded. You would think it was the famous wilder beast migration in Mara and Serengeti. It was like another season of prison break. Free at last. You could read that from the voices and looks on the students’ faces. Dust filled the air from the thunderous, enormous stamping of feet by the students on their way out. The su...