Just a quick note to wish Kui and family God’s blessings and comfort at this time. I’m praying for you
This post is coming rather late. It may be because I spent so long thinking about what to write, but if i said that, I’d be deceiving myself. It may be because I spent so long trying to gt to know my own blog. Actually, that’s partly true. I’ve had my password changed three times in the last three days. This morning, I finally cracked it; my username is case sensitive. Wow! Isn’t that a superlative scientific discovery? one to rival all discoveries. Or perhaps I’ve only been lazy. After all, I got into the website yesterday, admittedly after several attemptes. … and the day before too. Both times, I was already half asleep by the time I was permitted to enter my own blog. I didn’t figure out what I’d done right, except change the password. That’s why I’m up early this morning.
To go back to the question, the truth is that I didn’t send this blog yesterday for all those reasons. I suppose I can’t write about my patriotism towards Kenya, my nationalistic fervour, the natural beauty of the country or the soul of Kenya. I have to be more ingenius than that.
The truth is that I’m blogging here because someone (a Kenyan) took the time, first to encourage me into the blogsphere, then to set me up. Now, if you know anything about me, you’d understand that that couldn’t have been easy. I’m just never around. If I said I’d see you at 5 PM. I’m probably just leaving my house at 5.15. And when I arrive, I’m thinking of my next appointment. I’m always doing something, always being somewhere. You need patience, perseverance, and a real conviction to get me to sit down for long enough after the essential – a meal.
I have friends who say that if I want something bad enough, I’d sit down and do it. After all, I’m doing things in those other places I keep running to. Maybe they’re right. The thing is that when I did decide to blog, Kui was there. Thanks for that.
And when I think of it, it was always like that. When I got to Lancaster Uni in 1990, there were probably only about 5000 students. Among those, there were only about 10 Nigerians. My friend and I did the counting. Wwe lost count of the Kenyans at about 20. I think things have changed now. A lot more Nigerians are able to come over here and study now, the politics have changed, people are more desperate to leave, … whatever. In 1990, all the Nigerian students were there on one grant or another. These days, it’s different.
What it meant was that Apart from Nigerian food, I got most used to Kenyan meals. All right, let’s be serious for a bit, it wasn’t just the food. I still have tapes of Kenyan voices reading complicated texts on international relations theory for me. I’m even still in touch with some of them from 1990, or at least, I still think of them.
So, when I come to think about it, it’s not so unnatural to be a part of the Kenyan Blog Webring. I know about the people, places, music, and dare I say, some of the politics too. But I also know that Kenyans have reached out to me.