One sunday morning,i was suppose to travel to Kilifi.I did not book in advance, i was hoping to get the morning bus and book that morning i was suppose to travel. I had a fixed mindset of travelling to Kilifi from Nairobi directly.Their is always the option of travelling to Mombasa then proceeding to Kilifi but on another vehicle,though this had not struck my mind by then.. Unluckily, i found when the bus had already left.Stranded i did not know what to do, it meant i had to book the next days bus go back to school.
I had to call my mother and tell her that i was not going to make it on that day,she simply said that i could have booked the one for Mombasa if i had missed for Kilifi.The funny thing is that the bus that was suppose to travel to Mombasa nearly took half an hour waiting for passangers after the departure of Kilifi bound bus. I simply did not plan in advance,incase this fails, what next??.Life lesson i adopted since that encounter.
What really made me write about this is a simple question i asked two of my friends. ”What do you see when you look at the sky at night.” The first one responded, ”I see The Milkyway,” The second one responded, ”I see peace and no rain.”
The first one saw what is visible to everyone who can see, but the second one saw what is not visible to the eyes. From my point of veiw, atleast i can say that the milkyway is visible, but it takes another road for me to see what the second person sees,”Peace and no rain.” This made me start seeing things from different perspectives and the question,
Sunday, it is a day when most people love to spend close to their relatives or families. To me, the day is usually a relaxed one with very few activities taking place especially in my home town Kisumu,Kenya.
I sat down and thought maybe i should write about this day.
When i was young, this day would start by preparations by going to the church. I usually accompanied my mum and younger brother to and from the church. I take you back to one of those beautiful days.
The summon has just ended, today i did not go to sunday school class, i stayed with my mum in the main church.At thirteen, i considered myself too old to be attending the Sunday school classes, but deep within i knew it was just the assignment that the Sunday school teachers used to give that made me not attend those classes, or being taught by one of those boring male teachers that usually came to teach us when teacher Mikkel was not around.I had enough grimace looking faces of teachers at my primary school,that could not count in to a weekend class that is optional. For me, never.
Sheila and her sisters storm the church building going to their parents. They are usually lively and always seem to be running,or call that walking faster. I usually wonder where they get such energy from especially at this time of the day when the scotching sun gives out such heat. what i am about to do is start looking pathetic,like i have not eaten for days,when my mum sees this, that means a snack on our way home is inevitable.I am so good at faking hunger that none of my siblings always want to go with me anywhere.
We arrive at a fruit vendor, after bargaining for a while,a price is settled and my mum gives me the fruit to carry. Today we are going to eat a pineapple when we reach home,this brightens up my face.Now all i am praying is that we do not get to meet with one of those friends of my mother that usually had endless stories to tell, especially when she had our hands held by hers because this means that we will be standing close to them with nowhere to go. Fortunately we do not get to come by one of those friends of hers.
The coast of Kenya is a unique place of its own in in East and central Africa. It has beautiful sea shores that attracts both local and international tourists. Spending a holiday here is the best option one could ever make since it is worth it.
As it is evident, we have to talk about tourism for this area to continue growing economically, it is through tourism that the locals are able to get a livelihood, this can be through employment by the government of Kenya to work in the many tourist destinations around coastal region, or through self employment by selling local products to the tourists that visit the region.
Majority of the locals in this area, especially as you leave Mombasa town heading north of Mombasa , that is Kilifi, Malindi and Lamu towns still throng in extreme poverty. This means that the tourism industry is not doing enough to raise the living standards of those around the coastal region of Kenya. Despite making many school going youths skip classes and start begging for money at the sea shore lines, tourism industry in Kenya is unstable due to the recent insecurity issues in the country.
It would be good idea for the government of Kenya to establish more industries in this region, to name a few,Fruit factory in Malindi, milk and meat processing firms Tana river and Tana delta. The government can also increase the living standards by reviving factories that stopped functioning like cashew-nuts industry in Kilifi and sugar cane factory in Ramisi in Kwale county.This would help the locals here not to be fully dependent on the tourism industry, to add on which has its peaks at certain times of the year. It is good news how the government of Kenya is making effort to deliver to its citizens. This can be seen through numerous infrastructure projects such as; The Lamu Port South Sudan Ethiopia Transport project. I am looking forward to seeing a prosperous country in all aspects.
I have been a passionate fun of the beautiful game football. Ever since i was a young boy, i enjoyed playing the game with my home boys, not forgetting watching it too.My love for the game was almost shuttered back in 2006 when my team, France was defeated by Italy in world cup. Just like in any marriage that suffers heart-brake,it was my worst night in world of football.
Of late however, the game that i once used to watch with passion has become a den of gamblers.Today, seated in a hall full of people watching the game, nearly seventy percent are people who have done a bet and now they are just praying for their teams to win. Half of these guys are illiterate about what they are watching,hence the beautiful discussions that we used to have while watching a football match back then is not their.
Money is killing this sport in the name of betting which is of course just another form of gambling. It is my hope that the game that we used to watch with passion will go back to its original place, a game to be enjoyed and not a money making hub.