Survival for the fittest.

At my early age in life, I learnt to be satisfied with one meal per day, walk barefooted, have tatters for school uniform and of all; accommodate poverty and learnt to live with it.
At that time, the future didn't seemed bright; it was blurred by the unbearable and seemingly unavoidable constraints i was undergoing. However I had one mission; to live the life I was forced by fate to accept. Mum and I set doing manual work to in various homes to at least make life of my siblings and our own life worth living. I remember, for instance we used to earn Ksh. 3 for every kilo of pyrethrum we plucked. On a good day, under a scotching sun, we used to pluck a maximum of 15 kgs (Kshs. 45) together. And that were enough to put ugali (not bread) on our tummies.
Yes, that was the kind of life I led 15 years ago.
To date, nothing worth mentioning has happened to change the situation except scraping here and there in trial to puzzle out the kind of life I lead and if it will ever change.
And that was my life.......

Cheboin's first day in school.

One morning of January 1995,my mom towed me all the way to big building which I later came to know as kindergarten.
My 1st day there was eventful; singing,playing,porridge-taking & off course figting!
In fact I remember kicking hard one bully for snatching a cup of porridge from me. The coward fought back with his nails and teeth. At the end, my face resembled that of a creature from mars.
The following day I swore never to go to kindergarten again. The very following day, I followed a neighbor, who I was to know later was in Class one, to his classroom. His class-teacher took me back to kindergarten but by the time she reached back to her classroom, I was stealthy right behind her. She decided to leave me alone after she had realized my persistance to be in her class. Thus I went one-year-school ahead of my agemates.But eventhough I didn't go to kindergarten I was ever among the first top ten in every exam.