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28/06/2023

Immediately after my prayer, a flash of light appeared from nowhere.

I was frightened, the light was only focused on the donkeys and I. The light seem to come from the sky. I made a sign of cross and started to drive my donkeys and they cooperated simply because they were able to see the way. The leading donkey bent its neck and sniffed the soil, it started running followed by others, I guessed they might have known their way or maybe they were longing for their favourite fruits ( makanyi) .

I was placed on a marathon, I tried my best to run like them not to be left behind or not to lost them as they carried the charcoal bags and the ropes too these items were so precious to us.

The light shone and light the way till I was done walking and running the hilly road. I arrived at the junction a place called Tisa Aran, literally meaning the goat is nine. I don't know why could someone give such a name? I guess a goat was sold at nine shillings, my guess though.

I reached home safely at around 11:53 a.m. I got mum and dad seated outside waiting for me. My mum hugged me and said," thank you for choosing to walk on my behalf, I thank God He gave you to me, you have a big heart, you will be blessed my daughter." She said while tears rolled down her cheeks.

I stayed home for two weeks cutting charcoal, we burned them and transported it with our donkeys. We walked with my mum, sold the charcoal deposited the fees and I went to school. My mum sacrificed alot for my future.

Here I am proud of my background, still struggling with life but not as my parents did, but I am still hopeful: IPO SIKU life itajipa. Living each day full of optimism. I thank God for this far. May God bless every parent.

The end.

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27/06/2023

I was raised in an humble background. It was back then in high school,we were sent home for school fees.

My school was near the main town, I walked till the town where I could board a matatu to home. There was only one matatu that could be used but you had to book it early not to miss a space.

Before booking the matatu, I decided to go have something small for my belly,as you know a hungry belly has no ears. I had twenty shilling coin beside my fare.

I took a path leading to a kibandaski ( a open hotel, with affordable but sweet food). As I was walking I saw a donkey that resembles ours. I know you are curious to know how I identified a donkey, but to be precise I wasn't wrong, I saw mum seated under a tree where the donkey was tied.

I went and we exchanged pleasantries. She told me she had come to sell charcoal to pay my fees. She was now relaxing having walked the whole night before going to the bank to pay my little fee she had gathered.

Her legs were swollen. She handed five thousand shillings to me to go deposit it in my school account. Still the fees was not enough meaning I was to accompany mum back home. She was unable to walk had to tell her to board a matatu,but she had no money with her since all the money she gave me was her last penny.
She even said she hasn't eaten anything. I was hungry too, I bought a sugar cane with my twenty shilling coin and divided it between mum and I. I gave her the fare I had and took her to board the matatu.

I chose to walk home with the donkeys. I took the risk to walk home since the road I had to pass was not safe at all. Robbery was carried along this road. I started my journey at 3:00 p.m . I walked past my school . It was games time and some students were playing then one of them shouted, " Agie where are you taking the donkeys dressed in full school uniform?" Others laughed. I kept quiet and walked so fast.

Having walked for four hours , darkness started creeping in. I was filled with fear. But I had no option other than to face my fears. There was no moonlight. The whole universe was covered with darkness, silence everywhere except the sound of crickets,leopards and hyenas could be heard at a distance. This made my body chilly.

I was on the hilly road ( Kopoch),had no torch with me, my donkeys started resisting movement, their hooves gripped on the surface as if their hooves were glued on it. I tried to drive them by hitting hard on their backs but all was in vain. There was a waterfall near the place my donkeys stood. There were myths about the waterfall, I prayed a silently for safety. It was already 8:05 p.m on my wrist watch.

Immediately after my prayer, a flash of light appeared from unknown place............

To be continued.

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It was on a Saturday morning, I was washing clothes outside the house, when I heard my four months old baby crying.

At first I was hesitant to attend to the baby. But the too much cries from the baby forced me to go inside and check what could have made him cry that loud. From the cries one could really know that the baby was really hurting.

Getting into the living room, what I saw almost made me faint. I saw a big hole at the center of the house, the baby was crying inside the hole. Checking inside the hole lies something that looked like my baby; the face was my baby's while the whole body was that of a Cheetah.

I was trying to understand what was taking place but I couldn't have enough time to think because the cries was so irritating. Something told me to rescue the baby from the pit but another voice said I should not rescue a Cheetah. There was this faint voice inside me that kept telling me to rescue the baby assuming it was my own.

I gave into the faint voice. I took a ladder from outside, got into the pit and brought the baby out .

Immediately I did that, I woke up. It was then that I realized it was a dream. Upon waking up, I found my baby was really crying, he seem to be in so much pain, I took my phone and checked the time, it was 3:00 a.m.

I picked the baby to calm him, upon doing so, I felt that the baby was so hot, he had fever, I tried to breastfeed him but he couldn't. He kept on crying and crying. I almost cried too.

Something told me to pray, I got out of bed knelt down beside my bed and started praying. I prayed for about 20 minutes when my baby calmed down and slept off.

I placed him on bed. I started praising God and praying. I was on prayers till 5:30 a.m. I decided to sleep. I woke up at 7:30 a.m. The baby was still a sleep, I touched his forehead to feel him. He was very hot, the temperatures were high.

I decided to take the baby to the hospital. I bath him got ready. I visited the paediatrician and my child got treated.

Two days later, my baby's body developed blisters all over his body except the face. The blisters dried off the same day and left his body with sports like that of a Cheetah, driving me back to the dream.

I became so worried, I took my phone and called my pastor, I explained everything to him he told me the dream was connected to the reality. That if I could not have saved the baby from the pit in my dream, I could have lost him,the prayers I did were heard and answered.

Indeed there is power through prayers. Our God never fails.

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10/06/2023

I was too sleepy this morning after having prepared my kids for school and went back to sleep at 6:30 a.m. Before I could even have enough of it , I heard commotion outside my house.

I tried my best to ignore it but it captured my attention when I heard a sound like " paa, paa!" And a fainted voice said ," wuui,stop hitting me, don't slap me." Before even I could think of waking up to check the what was happening, my sister had already flew out of her bed. I followed her. I found her standing watching the incident with the window wide open and she was laughing. I tried to pull her to close the window but she hold the window grills so tight saying, " I want to watch this live video."

I opened the door, asked her to go outside and watch it very well, she became hesitant.

My neighbor was fighting her wife, from the slaps she gave her, I became emotional. Having been a victim of GBV ( gender based violence) , I decided to separate them since the woman was hurting. Before I could do so, I had to think of how to separate them because they are both the age of my parents ,they are both around 40 years of age.

I went outside, stood near them called their names out and I pleaded with the husband to leave her wife. He obeyed and started telling me her faults. I listened to him keenly he was almost done talking when his wife interrupted, she said the husband is lying, l asked her to narrate her part, of which she did.

I realized both are right but there is a little bit of misunderstanding. The woman usually goes to the markets to sell some items to feed the family while the husband stays at home with one of their grandchild. I asked the woman the husband stays at home and she hurstles alone, her response was that, " my husband is too lazy," before she could add up something else, she almost received a hot slap from her husband but I stopped him by shouting at him no to slap her. He withheld his hand.

This all time all the neighborhood was watching the scene, I calmed them down, the wife was to go to the market since a bike man was waiting,I asked the husband to let her go hurstle, she left. The husband shouted to her that he was going to get out of the house. The woman just gave him a dumb ear.

I took my time to talk to the husband. He listened to my advice, he told me all that has been bothering his marriage. I tried my best to act as a counselor for relationships and marriages. As young as I am than them, I was able to offer a solution.

Later in the course of the day, another neighbor came crying, asked her why she was crying, she told me her husband has remarried and doesn't want to come home, I talked to her gave her a listening ear, she started laughing and we were able to crack jokes. She left feeling better, she thanked me for listening to her issues. She called me an hour ago that she managed to cook her supper and she ate for the first time since she has been starving for two days now. I was happy for her.

Now am here busy thinking of how to open an office and become a relationship and marriage counselor.😂.

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07/06/2023

My life..................I found myself pagged.
It was the first term of my final year in high school. It is always a norm in the school to conduct a pregnancy test before one registers for the final exam. Knowing that I am pagged, I had to sneek out of school before the administration realize it. I didn't want to stand the shame of being taken home my school van , as it has been done to others that I witnessed.

I went and informed Edie of the situation, I saw how unhappy he was. He told me he didn't want to be a father at 25. I told him he should be psychologically prepared because nothing will change the mess. He ranted, he insulted me but I kept quiet. He had no option other than accommodating me in his house because I had no where to go, my father will kill me if I tried to go home.
After having stayed for three days, police officers came for him, since my father had gone to school for visiting but was told everything. He managed to escape leaving me behind. Edie was loved by his mother, he was a Mama's boy. The mother pleaded with the dad to talk to my parents and see how they can sort out the issue.

A meeting was arranged. Both Edie's parents and mine met,they agreed that I should carry the pregnancy to term in condition that Edie's parents will take me back to school and cater for the fees. I was forced to stay at Edie's place as husband and wife.

The worst started to happen, Edie asked me to abort the pregnancy that he had a friend who could carry the exercise. I told him abortion is a crime and I am not ready to commit it. He told me then I will have to go through pain for not agreeing to his demand.

He started coming home drunk. He could beat me thoroughly , I endured it. I turned to be house girl at their home. I was forced to fetch water from a nearby stream on a daily basis, I could cook, wash dishes and clothes for the whole family, I could wake up early in the morning to milk the cows and also do so in the evening, failure to do these all chores could result to me being beaten.

Nine months passed , and I was blessed with a baby girl. Funny enough ,he was a copy of Edie. I called her F***y. I love her so much. Three months later , I took F***y to stay with my mom to allow me go to school.

I joined High school. I went straight to form four after having stayed at home for a year. I sat for my final exams and scored a good grade. At that time Edie agreed to take me and F***y and make a family, I was happy since our daughter was to get fatherly love and care.

Days passed, his father asked me to select a course of my choice. I told him I have a dream to become a nurse,he agreed to pay my fees. All along Edie wasn't happy with his dad's idea of taking me to higher grade, he wanted to be an officer of law, he asked his dad to organize for him to join the army first instead of taking me to school that he will later take me to school has my husband.

His dad agreed to his words. But unfortunately, they were scammed a large sum of money by a guy who pretended to one of the officers conducting the recruitment. He lost the chance to join army. He knew his dad could take me to school so he decided to part ways with me, he didn't make it open in the first place,he started coming home drunk and could serve me with beatings. He also started bringing in women.

He brought Eema one evening and woke me up at 2 a.m telling me she was her wife to be. He asked me to step out of bed with my daughter to allow them a place to sleep, I went and slept on a couch with my daughter. The following week he brought Annet my high school friend, that is when I chose to leave, I could not stand a betrayal from a real and close friend like Annet. Before dawn, he threw us out of the house, I packed and left. My daughter was a year old, it has been 12 years since then, I swore never to forgive him. I swore never to associate my daughter with him.

He laughed at me that no one will pay for my fees since I came from a humble background. But who is God. I worked hard, joined Teachers Training College and secured a certificate with a distinction. Fours years later I got employed and was able to cater for my daughter's needs. Indeed God is faithful.

The End.

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My life.
I never knew Annet will one day betray me. We schooled together right from form one to form three before I dropped out of school. It was on closing day when we walked to town from school. I went straight to make a call to my dad asking for my fare back home.
Daddy told me he had sent my fare a week a go , and a brother of him who works in town as a security had the money with him. I sighed with relief. Having known where he works I went there with Challi and asked for the fare. He boastfully told me he had spent the money that I should accompany my friend to their home for five to eight days to allow him look for money.
I agreed with him. He promised to inform my parents of my whereabouts. I went with Challi reaching their home, I was moved by the way they lived. Having came from village where there is no single stone house around, I was shocked to see the life they lived, I admired the beauty of everything I saw.
In the evening,we had supper together with Challi's family, I was introduced to the family members by my friend. There is this eldest brother of theirs who kept on staring at me all the time, and whenever he does that I could blush.
After supper we retired to bed. The following day we woke up did some house chores with other girls in the homestead. Challi's brother could be seen staring at me, I went say hi to him.
" Hello, am Agies and you please"
" Am Edie." He said, amidst smile.
" Pleasure to know you" He said.
I responded back shying off. " Pleasure too."
We talked alot before I joined the other girls. I couldn't keep him off my mind. There was this force inside me making me want his company more. I think he had the same feelings too, because he keeps on checking on me.
I had stayed for five days and my dad's brother haven't called me yet. I went to the place he works and he told me he has no money that I should stay there a little more, that I should even spend my December holiday at my friend's place that because he has told my dad and was aware of it.
I was happy since this could grant me a chance to know Edie well. We started coming closer. I fell for Edie.
One day he asked me out in company of her sister Challi, we went to a certain base, had some drinks, for the first time in my life, I have been exposed to the outside world. I come from a family where freedom is a forgotten case. I swore to myself that I should utilise my time before going back home.
I never knew I was starting to open a page that I will live to regret. From the look of things, I was in a company of experts and one could tell it from how I behaved.They could dance and drink. I was hesitant at first. But I have into the game, I joined the gang and became the perfect of all.
I was drugged. I woke up the following morning besides Edie. I was unable to recall what had happened till I fell for him this fast.
I felt aches all over my body. I could not move my legs, I threw the blanket off only to find myself naked. I saw blood stain on the bed and I knew what I had kept safe for 18 years have been robbed. I cried tirelessly till Edie woke up and acted sorry.
" I am sorry beautiful, I could not resist. Thanks for having kept it. I didn't know you was this innocent," said. I slapped him. He sput blood out of his mouth and was saying , " you can do that again,as long as you find relief in it." He turned to the other side of the bed as he gave me his back.
I was left sorbbing, I sorbbed till I got tired, I decided to leave the place amidst the pain, I walked penguin style as if I have been attacked by boils under me. I packed for home that day and swore never to go back to that home, I had decided to end the relationship with my friend Challi but a month later after having done with holiday and having reported back to school, I found myself pagged...............
To be continued.
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06/06/2023

Back in primary I use to be genius,I have never known who among my parents had the genes. But I was happy being born that way since no one could beat me in class work for my eight years in school.
I was envied by other pupils. In every exam whether internal or external I could top. I was the favourite of most teachers except the mathematics teacher. I hated the subject. I had the notion that girls aren't best in math. But I bet I was lazy doing calculation. I could take a whole month before doing a math calculation all I depend for is the class work exercise. This must be the reason I could perform poorly in the subject.
I use to be caned. Not because I have failed the subject but because it use to tail of all my five subjects in my report card. I could score 70 and above in all other subjects and have between 58 to 60 marks in my math exam. But still this could land me beatings.
I never knew this genes will bring enemity between me and my classmates. As I continue with my brains, things changed. Some pupils could mock other pupils mentioning their names and tagging my name along it. It started in std four. Neima's name was mentioned captioned with abusive words. With a tag bellow it stating. " Ni mimi Agnes sipingi."
Who on earth will commit a crime and reveal herself along it. So sarcastic it was!

I was reported to the teacher on duty, usitake kujua nilipigwa viboko vingapi. I received my canes. I call the canes mine because the person who tagged my name along the dirty words written against Neima had wanted it that way.

A week later the same happened. I was reported to another teacher who reasoned sobberly. This time another person was mentioned, it was Xtine and Eren. The person who wrote it had the guts to copy my handwritings. Especially how I wrote the letter "N" , I had a unique way on how to write this letter.
One afternoon,I came back from lunch feeling happy after having satisfied my tummy with sweet beans served by Mother Half, a name given to our cook who use to chop our beans as she serves us. My girls knows how they use to fetch the beans to fill their bowls.
I found the pupils in class sitting in a group, immediately I entered the classroom, they started shouting how bad I am. I inquired about the same,they showed me a piece of paper written with copy paste of my handwritings reading a funny insult in it. I laughed, because what was written in the paper was true but had to pity myself for being tagged along it.
I asked them to show a prove that I was responsible for the s**t. They showed me my social studies lesson notes and pointed at how my " N " is written exactly as that on the paper. I tried to explain that it wasn't me but they couldn't agree with me.

Lucky enough, the teacher who handled the case was brother Solomon in the Bible as in he has wisdom. The teacher asked the pupils why they always accuse me and not others in the class. He told them that they are jealous of my performance and dismissed them. He told them that anyone that will report me of any nonesense will be canned thoroughly.

I was free for the rest of the other remaining terms. In std six the menace rose up again, this time the writing was upgraded by being written on sisals. But still the same teacher was my class teacher, he dismissed them. All the time, I was topping in class. I could still beat them despite the frustrations they tried to give me. I think that is where I learned to be tough and a don't care being. Up to date I have known myself not being shaken by others. Infact I shake them😅.
I learned the virtue of an enduring heart right from primary.

In std seven, they upgraded their evil and this time round I was able to know my enemies. I used to have revision books likes of Jesma and Booster revision materials. We were only two who had such books, but they choose to stress me while the other owner enjoyed hers.

I could come ready for revision during preps time only to find my books missing. After searching I could get it with someone reading it confidently, upon asking for it I could receive insults. One of them could say maybe you have magic answers in this books reason to why no one beats you in class.
They could even tore some pages, but I chose to let it go. One day , Carol and Monie threw my books over the fence to the market side, I just cried as I waited for a passer-by to collect them for me. That is when I started building my faith and started praying for them.
I forgave them, and let go. We proceeded to our last year, sat for our KCPE and I swore to myself that I should top to show them I am unbeatable. I indeed scored the best marks of my time... and I topped than before. I still meet those classmates in these streets, we greet and laugh assuming the beaf. Some of them are married, I don't know how they treat their husbands and in-laws. If they took the behavior they had those days to their marriages then some in-laws are suffering. Luckily we are all successfull. Except a few who dropped out of school. Gratitude to class of 2006. I love you girls.

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