Today and tonight I went back to those early days, formative days they say. I retraced my footsteps through the sands (dusts?) of time, (re)entering the hallowed gates of this fountain that lay astride the Equator. I embraced this humble, unsung giant, a giant nonetheless for those who 'danced' on its concrete paths, touched its tended lawns and travelled its tarmacked highways. Not just from Stansfeld to Owen and Willis, but importantly from Dr. Robert Ouko to Bowers and Olang' and the memory of W.J.O Amadi. Why shouldn't I, for i am a MOBA if you must.
I crossed to the other side too, where highlife now resides.
And tomorrow when the sun rises above River Miehe. Miehe where we ran to fetch the coloured waters in the choking droughts of the mid-dying 90s when we wore Yellow and Blue and Purple and weird bullet-proof vests. Vest so wrongfully enChristened games kits!
I remembered descending River Miehe..., clothed in the all powerful imposing Red of Dr. Robert Ouko.
Aaah! memories
So tomorrow, as the sun rises above River Miehe, I will stroll past the imposing Old Mackay, across the Academic Quadrangle, past the resilient Jacob's Well towards the ageless indefatigable Oseno tree where it all began in 1905. As I enter timelessness that is The Rock of Ages, I will humble myself before the Lord so that I may be lifted as I reminisce and reconnect with those Sundays many moons past.
So tomorrow, as the sun rises above River Miehe, I will stroll past the imposing Old Mackay, across the Academic Quadrangle, past the resilient Jacob's Well towards the ageless indefatigable Oseno tree where it all began in 1905. As I enter timelessness that is The Rock of Ages, I will humble myself before the Lord so that I may be lifted as I reminisce and reconnect with those Sundays many moons past.
I hope they sing my favourite tunes. I hope the Golden Bells lifts my youthful soul one more time. I hope too, that they shall sing about blessings.
"Where upon life's billows you are tempest tossed,
When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings
Name them one by one
And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done."
{Chorus}
© February 2020
