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On the computer or handset screens it looks so spectacular. “It is of rural-urban location”, almost all would think. And everyone would want to visit it at first glance. Obviously, a tourism attracting feature whose fame extends beyond boarders would prompt those who live around to develop strategies of tapping this opportunity for their economic uplifting. But look, the facts on the ground were completely the opposite of the above mental guesses. I think my primary school director must have been one in the big group of those who in history have mistaken the identity of Kitimikai. And this is how we couldn’t evade the bad encounter. We normally had two ecological trips per term and Kitimikai was our second destination this time. Well, for us it was going to be a big story because none of the generations who passed through my primary school had visited kitimikai. This trip would be one unique testimony for our generation, maybe we could get a beautiful name from it and plant it on our selves including writing on the Kitimikai stone itself “we were here”. Well, we were ready to mark this new experience in most an unerasable possible manner. Thirteen kilometers away, we enjoyed the elevation of the stone with valley-like surroundings. The stone germinates from a valley and grows very high to overdo all surrounding terrains. It has a canopy like outlook around it especially during winter. These are some of the beautiful attractions that would make passers-by postpone their journeys to Kisumu or Busia along the nearby highway to branch off and catch a physical glimpse of this extra ordinary feature. It is a stone that the Luo community of Kenya is believed to have drawn some of their traditional matrimonial characteristics. At the middle is the main stone, the father of the family, surrounded by other three stones, who´s unique positions represent the literal positions of the wives´ houses in a typical Luo community household. The first wife being the closest to the household head, the second stone on the right-hand side representing the second wife and finally the third stone on the left representing the third wife. It was awesome I mean. As if this was not enough, nobody knows what really holds the stones that dangerously sit on each other with cave like passages where people crawl towards its peak. It could be another selling documentary, if I had a camera to video tape. But look, the community around has almost no one who understands majority languages. The narrators of the history of this world landmark are only native language speakers. Well, they could be an extension of the tourism business, which is another beautiful scenery, but the reality on the ground is that they speak neither Swahili nor English. I never imagined there could be a place of non-formal educated inhabitants in Kenya. So, we had to stay waiting for two hours for the natives to look for a person who ails from the area and can translate Luo to English or Swahili. This experience is one of the main motivations in my academic life; I need to study so that I can later take this education to such deserving communities. I imagine they could be more innovative and make this beautiful place more understandable given chance to get educated. The two hours of waiting meant that our tour extends until late in the day. When we finally assembled by the bus, the bus couldn’t start off. You know what? This is how the night and its cold fell on us. No nearby market where we could get a cup of coffee. How long the mechanic took before coming along was exactly the long it took us in the darkness. So, the whole cold and darkness fell and finally woke up on us in this remote zone. Having eaten or drunk nothing. For real I didn’t expect to find such encounters.