St.joseph nursery school which was sponsored by a catholic church and was situated in Nairobi eastlands buruburu Phase One. It wasn’t far from where we lived, about 800 metres from our House which was no.280 big numbers.

Sometimes to move forward you have to move backwards.What were the fond memories of the nursery school?the food,the wetting the mattress ,where we took a nap (i was four) .

Funny,my mum took me to my first day of school,and not my dad. It’s not a coinscidence,but a pattern aligning itself out,the abandonment of a father figure, a mentor .

Hence leading to the disappointments and eventual fallout of fellowship and this is without fault.But this happened so as to fulfill my Master’s wishes and for His glory and my better good.

Back to the story i still remember the uniform color, the green apron stitched with our names. I was a lefty in terms of writing .I emphasise terms because I’m not a pure breed, i’m a hybreed, I’m neither left or right handed.

Going to that school worked for my good, because I got to see the catholic world though I was not a member.

The crucifix ,a major emblem of the catholic denomination ,was a mysterious thing.I once knelt before one and prayed to an un inanimate image of jesus,though Jesus is in heaven, he has risen.Yet people pray as if He is stuck at the cross.

Hence the mystery of that religion to an outsider, was for me demystified.Yap !,i thank God for the exposure.The school had plenty of stories for us kids,like Jack and the bean stalk,little red riding hood(For me stories were an escape to an imaginary world. That’s where my imagination as a writer was being prepared).

But as I got older, that part of me was being killed by low self esteem.I was being prepared, yet in the natural i was dying.The law taking full advantage of me, killing me softly. “I took you from the sheep pen !“God speaking to David.I never forgot that rebuke God gave David in the bible.

Grown up, figures who believed in make belief were attached to my life in form of entertainers(musicians and actors) a major influence. The law is of works thus i couldn’t walk by faith, i couldn’ t inherit. The rest of the church folk where this book is based on, what they call anointing is simply mental fancy.

By the grace of God, He was faithful, He saw me through.Giving me an inheritance up yonder. Now I still got it(inheritance/Birthright) by grace.

Back to the story. I drew pictures in my head,as teachers told stories, call it day dreaming. Amazing that in the year 2000, a nursery school teacher could still remember me,thirteen years later. I was fascinated by comics programmes and books .When i was twelve ,I went to my room and tried to fly after watching warner episode series of loise and clerk the new adventures of superman.

Backtracking, my mum took me to my first day in school , how time flies.I think that was important. To God be the glory. In primary school ,i remember sitting next to a girl called Mary in standard two equivalent of second grade.For some reason ,I felt lucky to sit next to this brown girl,a key figure at that stage of my life ,like a coordinate.She had a brown skin tone just like my sister.

People make coordinates in my life.In High school ,i remember washing the toilet,it was a duty i was given by the school. A servitude task .It detoxed me from pride and my background .I was in form one then equivalent of 9th grade.The early morning scent of upcountry air ruled,I felt very abandoned in that boarding school. I think it was for the very fact that it wasn’t my legally admitted school as my father ashamed of my admition school, Uhuru secondary school in Eastland’s Nairobi.

There is a reason i’m hinting at father’s rejection as a justification for my adoption by Abba up yonder.For my 416/700 marks in k.c.p.e(final exam before joining high school) was a failure to my dad. The conditional love dispalyed by him was setting me up for moves i would make in future.That is what i grew up with.You can imagine when my adoptive Father gave me everything unconditonally ,my d.n.a changed.

As people turn to vices to escape rejection, i found myself being drawn to the creator. I also wanted a bike at age 12,which my dad promised me but broke that promise. In high school, I remember sitting at the basket ball court,watching my best friend John( at the time )playing basketball,as I battled adolescence delay on my part, that was in 1998,Memories.

College life i struggled, i ,,,,,