Bye Bye Gatundu
Posted by Social Matters , Sunday, January 20, 2013 9:29 AM
I remember when I first learnt that I had being posted to Gatundu, I was scared…I know some famous people come from there and I had some questions like why some MPs from Dagoretti had been originally from Gatundu, I guess it was their turn to repay the debt the owed us for voting in their leaders to guide us, by taking good care of a daughter from Dagoretti or so I wanted to picture it, that would be one of the questions that would be answered in my one and a half year stay in Gatundu. I pictured Gatundu was a faraway place maybe like Nyahururu or Laikipia and that’s what made it a mystery of how people came all the way from Gatundu to become leaders in Dagoretti. So my thoughts were all over, apart from that I wondered where I was going to get a house, having never rented before, and how my life as an employee would be, and if I got fed up would I pack my bags and leave and how would I furnish my house, how would I move some things from Nairobi to Gatundu. I was scared…I was no longer a care free student in campus, now it was me against the big bad world. Unlike on my way to Kampala, Uganda I could hardly wait to see how it looked like, Lodwar was not different I wanted to see this town which I never knew was in the rift valley looked like. But that morning on my way to Gatundu I was pre-occupied and my heart was uneasy. House searching was interesting and some point you almost give up. A hospital and a guest house are among the buildings we mistook for rental property with my mother. Eventually we got a house, and my sister bought a mattress for me, my parents donated the rest, a kerosene stove, two cups, a couple of sufurias, a small radio so that I was not bored, two buckets that I had bought when I was in campus, and my books and writing pad, that was enough to keep me pre-occupied until I got my pay. Being in a new town and knowing no one does have it toils, I spent my weekends longing for it to end because I was bored to death and the day seemed to drag itself. Also it was the biggest decision I had had to make in my life. Right from Campus I knew my life would boil down to these three things: - • Cultural Anthropology • Archaeology • Writing My love for the arts is unbridled. While my job meant quitting archeology and not having enough time to write as much, I decided to give cultural anthropology a try because I loved it as well. Accepting my job felt like giving up on some of my dreams and that was scary. Would I ever get accustomed to this new life, where would this road I had chosen lead me, would I get to this part
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