JOURNEY OF A PEACE WORKER

Growing up in Sergoit, a region that lie close to the expansive agricultural heartland of Uasin Gishu County, Kenya, was a unique and deeply formative experience. Sergoit was not just a place; it was an ecosystem of memories, lessons, and transformations that shaped the person I am today. It was home, a sanctuary surrounded by sprawling wheat farms, rolling hills, and the iconic Sergoit Hill that silently stood as a sentinel over our lives. My family lived on the vast Sergoit Farm, owned by an Afrikaner named Jan Ernst Kruger and later by his son Fanie Kruger (after the former died in 1983), who embodied the complexities of colonial legacies. For many families, including ours, Sergoit Farm symbolized both opportunity and limitation. It was an expanse of fertile land, yet much of it felt inaccessible, reserved for the wheat fields that fed the nation but rarely the squatters living on the fringes. My father worked on the farm until his untimely passing in 1980, after which my mother s...

In June, when days were long and bright, I constructed a new home in sight. At our Sergoit farm, a little three-roomed delight, A dream come true, a place to rest and take flight. The farm has been one of the places I hold dear, A haven of peace, a place to banish fear. The scent of fresh earth and the sound of birds in the air, A place to build memories, to share and to spare. With each brick and each beam, the house began to rise, A labor of love, a testament to the skies. The roof over our heads, a shelter from the rain, A place to call home, a place to love and gain. The month passed by, and the house began to take shape, A structure of strength, a place to escape. The windows and doors, a warm and cozy space, A place to laugh and play, a place to embrace. And now, as the sun sets on the horizon, I stand here, proud of this little home I've made. A place of joy and love, a place to call my own, A little three-roomed house, where I am never alone.

For those who know me, it's not a secret, I am a lover of music.  My  passion for music knows no bounds! I have a deep appreciation for a wide variety of genres, including classics, contemporary hits, jazz, afrobeat, pop, religious music, and more. Allow me to share my thoughts on how I view and experience music. Music, is a marker of memories,  It is a language that transcends all fear. Music, like love, are two things that know no boundaries.  They are a harmonious blend! From the rhythm of the heart to the soul, m usic speaks a language we all know.  It's the beat of life, the pulse of love, a  universal language, sent from above. In every culture, a melody sings, a  symphony of life, with heartfelt wings.  Music and love are a duet, so fine, t wo things that know no borders, divine. In the moments we share, we find our grace, with music and love, we embrace. The memories we make, we hold so dear, with music and love, our hearts are clear....

Procrastination, oh procrastination! You are my second name. You are my  constant companion, a never-ending game.  I delay to put  up things, with a heart full of shame. My tasks and responsibilities are left unclaimed. The clock ticks on and the deadlines near, but I sit here and stare, without a fear. My mind is a jumble, my thoughts are astray, as I waste the day, in a haze of gray. Oh procrastination, why are you are my curse? You are a habit, so strong and hard to traverse. I know I should stop and take a stand, but you keep holding on my hand. Ok, so I'll sit here and waste the day with you by my side, in every way.  Procrastination, my second name, you are a never-ending game of shame and blame.

As the first light of dawn painted the sky in soft hues of gold and amber, I stood at the edge of my homestead, watching the world awaken. The crisp morning air carried the sweet scent of dew-kissed grass, and the distant calls of birds heralded the promise of a new day. For me, dawn was not just the beginning of another day; it was a time of reflection—a moment to pause and consider the path I had walked, the joys I had cherished, and the trials I had endured. In my youth, the rising sun had symbolized endless possibilities. I had once run barefoot across the green fields of Sergoit in the Rift Valley, my laughter echoing with the whispers of the wind. Those were days of boundless dreams, of friendships forged in the golden glow of morning, and of lessons learned beneath the great acacia trees. The world had seemed full of promise, and I had embraced it with an open heart. As the years passed, the sun rose high in my life, bringing with it both warmth and shadows. I became a man of pu...

In a world filled with discord and dismay, Where hate and anger reign for a while, Let us find peace in each other's way, And let love be our guiding smile. Let us put aside our differences, And unite as one, without pretenses, For in unity, we'll find our strength, And our hearts will be our greatest defense. Let us respect each other's views, And tolerate the paths we choose, For in diversity, we'll find our way, And our love will shine like a ray of light. Let us treat each other with kindness, And show compassion, without blindness, For in the end, we are all the same, And peace will be our final aim. So let us strive for peace and love, And let it reign in our hearts above, For in peace, we'll find our way, To a brighter day.