My mother worked as a secretary in Siaya, the pay not all that and the proverbial ends would soon refuse to meet. Caught between a baby daddy who wouldn’t chip in and her meagre wages, her only option was to drop me off to her mother. Life in Kisiwa was hard, meals not assured, school fees almost impossible to raise.
Sometimes back in 2004, “The facebook” was nothing but a campus fad. An online platform started by Mr. Zuckerberg to help profile fellow Harvard students and faculty. This later spread like wildfire
I struggled with how to even break the news to him. While at the hospital where I refused the nurses testing my pee, blood test only! Because I wanted to be 100% sure I was knocked up. I sent a picture of the test kit. His response baffled me, especially in hindsight.
Things got better, my step dad bought another parcel of land in a relatively better address and we moved. This was short lived however, when my mother was heavy with our last born..
Not always the studious type, never have been really, save for a few random moments back in Chavakali high school when I was trying to make head or tail of the Mole concept. My lackluster relationship with books has been ongoing for the most part of my adult life till I threw a self-intervention.
I go by Joel Flash not my government names but what the heck, first off screw the government, plus they kinda roll off nice, so that's what i use now.