All journeys begin by leaving one place and venturing to another.
Location; Eldoret (The city of champions)
Status; Leaving tomorrow
Mood; I feel Proud.
Eldoret. The city has been home to me since the year 2013. Or at least as close to home as a place can be. You see, when you have no place to call your own then home is the place most of your cloths are. And for me that has been Eldoret. I arrived in Eldoret way back in September, 2013; a green boy with a vast ego, with my share and a half of self-confidence. I leave, somewhat the wiser than I came, my ego still intact (if a bit frayed on the edges). And my self-confidence augmented still. (Sometimes, when you own nothing, pride is all you have to call your own.)
All in all I am a better man. My outlook on life is a tad deep. My ambitions undimmed. My future, clearly defined. Eldoret took a green boy and molded, hardened, congealed his abilities together with his talents, his fears coagulated, amalgamated and compacted till the whole was better than the former. Till I became a savory concoction of unrestrained ambition and stubborn resilience. I have Eldoret to thank for that. I am bent, but all together not broken.
The notion everything happens for a reason never did have much meaning to me till I lived in Eldoret. Today, in this moment; I am a believer. Everything happens because it must and as it was preordained, the best we can do is make the most of every circumstance. Dancing in the rain and all…Capisce?
Why do I say this. I came to Eldoret for the sole purpose of enrolling to a university and pursuing a bachelor’s degree in Hotel and Hospitality management. No sooner had I arrived than things started going haywire in whichever way… the ultimate exemplification of Murphy’s law. The place I was to live in (At the house of a hostile aunt and cold cousins.) was located 10 kilometers from the campus…at least. That meant commuting to school everyday. This would no doubt require monetary ubiquity. Permit me to say I had not the slightest idea where this money would come…certainly not from my denuded pockets. Next in order, the fee statement for my chosen course resembled a rich man’s cheque. A very rich man. I am not a one for delusions. I knew even then, that I wasn’t going to be able to afford the tuition fees! However, that in itself wasn’t going to disparage me…a man in the desert accepts whatever waters they receive irrespective of the giver or the consequences…
So I began my studies. I stayed to myself most of the time…why? I knew that to make friends would be to lie. Everyone was soon going to leave me behind when I was forced out of the institution. So No friends. No friends meant silence…silence is dull…but it is honest. I took it in stride and soldiered on. Later on it emerged that I was tolerated, put up with. I had become to my aunt and family, (And without my knowledge,) a burden. In the blink of an eye I wasn’t the welcome relation anymore. Meal times became frosty, cold as brittle ice. Anytime I entered the house smiles and stories became silence, scowls and frowns. (More on that some other day.)
Further on, during my second year first semester. My tuition fee areas had compiled so much I had to discontinue my course. My fee statement was starting to resemble a parliamentarian’s pay check. Life was becoming bleak indeed. I decided to venture into free lancing… But that wasn’t a piece of cake either. Clients were more interested with freelancers who had weighty credentials and hours of experience. Kind of leads one to wonder where I would amass the credentials and experience if I wasn’t hired in the first place. I soldiered on… hours of rejected proposals, exacting work and meager pay soon became a nightmare I couldn’t condone. Then I realized my mistake…I was stressing myself and wasting my abilities writing for individuals, none of whom appreciated my talent. Why write for people I don’t even know when I can write for myself.
I abandoned freelancing and decided to write a book. That wasn’t so easy as it seems. It required hours upon hours of painstaking effort. Writing isn’t glamorous when you are a none-entity. It is lonely and tiring and disparaging. You wouldn’t believe the lengths I went.
My life in Eldoret was a roller coaster. One of pain and struggle… one of betrayal and loneliness. Eldoret had its good times too, there are days it treated me well.And of course I will forever remember it as the place I wrote and finished my first book….I survive. Like I do best.
In the end what matters is the person you want to be. Nothing else. I have accomplished much, learned a lot. I came to Eldoret a man. I leave a better man.