I happened to have been asked a question by mwalimu which prompted me to write this true hekaya ...
Most of my life time beautiful memories I built in my youth life was in Kitale . Kitale is a very interesting place. It can be your friend or punish you with hurtful memories if you dont dance well. This is my story:
No no no I worked with a team ya kubeba 90kg. The big gunia ya 90kg (from selected few seed planting farmers) had to be taken to factory to be medicated and to be repackaged into 2kg, 5kg,12kg,20kg and 50kg. So we were the crew recieving those 90kg from seed farmers.
Tulikuwa tunabeba kwa mgongo mpaka juu ya stack. I worked there for 2 weeks hapo kitale as I was living with my sister (married to one of
@uwesmake cousins). The reason why I fled to Kitale was because I had a big fight with mzee. I couldn't stand his presence. I was being prepared to be the next wanga king but this did not resonate well with my family members. I was eyeing to be the youngest MP. Mzee had other plans for me.We ended up arguing and I fled ...
Next thing simu ilipigwa mwitoti ati navuta bangi na wrong group wa kubeba mahindi ...kidogo nikapelekwa NYS 1 year , kidogo abroad. When working at Kenya seed, I learnt alot from those humble guys doing that job. I remember seeing one of the guys called Willace die because as they put mahindi on his shoulders ,he lost balance and went down smashing his head on the concrete floor. Since that day I started thinking twice about my life.
We had to smoke weed to psyche ourselves upon the heavy task ahead . Usitake kujua the amount of food we ate afterwards. It was a dangerous job . Not the chemicals you inhale , not the rampant verbal abuses , not the bullying and not the vulgar language thrown around ... but amidst all these they were good people .
I went back to kitale in early 2000 to check on those crews since it had been 13 years since I saw them last. Of the 30 people i worked with only 3 were alive. Some died of cancer, others ulevi, others road accidents and others complications related to the physical pain we had to endure carrying those sacks. That was the toughest job I ever did .
