THE TRIBESMAN INTHE CITY

by Sarah Otieno (Kenya)

A leap into the unknown Kenya

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Just a neglected newspaper gave me the idea about a couple who trains youths on matters to do with writing. I write but the only difference is that I did not really know what next with the short stories I write. For the determination to delve deep into the hidden treasures of writing, I saw it on social media, Mr. Gabriel posted a five week class of writers which would later on graduate after having learnt all the processes that come with writing. I could not hesitate to grab the opportinity. The day drew so fast. I had to leave Kisumu to Nairobi the capital city of Kenya. I have never been to Nairobi for long enough to be that acquinted with the place. Then comes the day to travel. My journey was in the daytime. I had to travel looking around the various features of my country along that route. We drove past rivers that were seasonal and permanent. The seasonal rivers that determiningly flow into the permanent rivers just at the mercies of the rains, in a dry season they dry up too. The beautiful rocky hills were also part of nature that beautified the terrain along my way. several activities take place at such hills. Mining of stones for construction leaving the land somehow degraded is also part of the fact. Use of big machineries carrying the activities of the day- in my opinion its not wrong to say that in there was pollution but such still persisted for lack of a better way. The undulating nature of the landscape makes the journey more intersting. The roads meander. The roads are not straight and for the fact that I dont travel along the road to Nairobi often made me wonder at the point when to me I thought the vehicle had just taken a U turn after a severe meander and so we were driving back to where we were coming from. After a long drive, I got to the city. I could not leave the bus station so fast because I did not know my next step would be towards which direction. The classes that Mr. Gabriel Dinda was directing me about made me at least have his number. I saved it. The following day, I made a call for direction to the class. He gave me one. The anxiety that struck me after getting to the town centre made me nervous. He mentioned a feature-Afya Centre which is one of the tallest and conspicous buildings standing in a strategic place where everyone would trace their next move. It was not an easy thing for me to get to the building in the first place. There are very few people willing to give proper direction to it. Most of them would just lie. The city dwellers kept on toasting me left right and centre making it so difficult to get to it. Meanwhile I learnt that people were so busy in the Central Business District and everyone looked like they were sure of where they are going. I got convinced that I would be the newest one in town which in some sense looked like truth. Just after that another form of travel. I get into another vehicle that would drop me to where I wanted to go to -US Embassy. Where all the embassies were situated looked wonderful. The aasthetic effect of the environment kept convincing me that I was still home because it looked exactly like the upcountry. The trees were making the place so cool, the chirping of the birds killed my anxiety because at least it brought the effect of the environment I am so farmiliar with. Geographically at the sunken part of a hill or any raised place, there could be a stream or a river, this is convincing that the place had such features that I would say regulate the temperature of the place making it so cool and captivating to stay in as one carries their daily endavours. The conflicting nature of the place- urban set-up looking upcountry fascinated someone like me at least to take a photo to show to someone who has never been to the place.