Stories
have been told about the rural story and the slum stories but my opinion is
that they are not always balances. They outline the high levels of poverty, unemployment,
unhappiness and despair. But has anyone ever thought and focused on the
victorious moments experienced in these environments. We have doctors, lawyers,
accountants, engineers and many other people in our society who make it from these
places. I
grew up as any other typical child in the rural area. My life was very simple, I
lived with my grandmother and it was either I was at school , grazing our
cattle , fetching firewood , fetching water , captivating our shamba or playing
with my friends. These were very positive moments and I enjoyed every bit of
them. We were happy and there was so much love from my grandma. She always
bought us ‘Mandazi’ any time she visited the market or a banana and that we
looked forward to. My mother was a teacher far away from the village. My father
was ‘unknown’. I didn’t know what it felt to have one so I never missed him. The
environment was tough, but I don’t remember any day when I ever felt the
toughness. All I felt was happiness and love.
Going
to school was an elevator to our dreams, we learned about our country and the
big cities it had. Our awesome village was not one of them .Among many other
things that were fascinating, I remember wondering how it felt not to use a
lamp at night. Our teacher told us the city was lit all night and that there
was no darkness in the city. Our life
was the opposite; darkness meant less activities, it meant we all sit in the
kitchen to wait for the food as grandma cooked. Don’t get it wrong we still
enjoyed it. We packed the same food from previous night cooking to school in
plastic tins mostly those from cooking oils for our lunch. Never mind we took
it cold and at times it went bad due to the storage condition not to mention
the hygiene conditions. But we never got sick. Everything seemed normal and ok
.Going to school without a shoe was the norm otherwise if you had shoes you did
not fit. We ran several kilometers to get to school and it was fun ! All the
same school was fun at least the government provided school milk and this kept
us in school. Either sick or not we had to be in school to receive that one packet
of milk. It was a great motivation to be in class.
In
the midst of all this there were many victorious moments. Dreaming was one of
them; we dreamt of the day and how it would be when we grow up and move to the city.
Not that we hated the present life. No. We loved every bit of it. Many of us had
not been to the city and we were curious. This was our dream. Making it through
education and getting good jobs. Today when I look back, I am more balanced in
my view on the environment I grew up. This life taught me how to be happy, to
be ambitious and to dare dream big and dream of the impossible.
Sadly
some of my friends and classmate never made it to the big dream. They gave up
along the way. They settled for our happy life at the village and know not of any
different life. The reality is lack of opportunities and unemployment is high
in the rural areas. My friends got married at the village; they have more
children than they can manage to rise. The most interesting part is that they
feel sorry for me. Anytime I visit they tell me that I should have a dozen of
children by now. …And then I started to critically think about my happy rural
life again and what I could do to keep the trapped dreams alive! And this was
the afterthought. http://www.youngjewels.org
Written by Ms .Dinah Muthuka
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