GOODBYE MY LOVELY VILLAGE KIARITHA, WELCOME GSU TRAINING SCHOOL ~28/12/2004

06/10/2013, Sunday is the day that Ruaraka Deanery was celebrating the year of Faith at Moi International Sports Center Kasarani.

 The theme was One Faith, One Family, One church. 

The journey of faith is a great adventure into meaning, into love, into fullness of being, into happiness, into eternal life .~He John Cardinal Njue

Back to my story......

After arriving at the butchery, staying there and serving my customers was not easy. Anxiety levels in me were so high! I could not wait till 2045Hrs, the time that I would have closed doors. I left mum in charge of the butchery and very fast left and went home to put into safe custody 'hide' the D Number form as I was worried that someone who may have heard of the news would way raid us  at night and steal from me this one important document that was the only prove that I was soon to be a recruit at GSU Training school Embakasi.

This saw me hurriedly get home and was at peace with myself when i safely got there now that the document was well hidden in my metallic box and was not worried that someone would come for it here. I was so much excited and from that point, the cop in me started coming out. 

The following days saw me almost behave and act as a cop especially when i was alone.  If I held an axe, I could imagine it was a G3 rife and confirming that no one was around, I could aim the axe to any stationery or moving object like a cop would aim a rifle to a target! I was slowly being swallowed by imagination!

Owing to the time left in between the recruitment date and the reporting date, I quickly started the process of ensuring that the D Number form was well attended to. Some important details were to be filled by the Church Father/pastor, the Chief of our location ( Who was my pork Customer) and other details were to be filled by me. Little did I know that this was the beginning of another trying time for my mum.

The Local Chief, Mr Muriuki dully filled my form but later, without my knowledge approached mum and told her that he was worried that i was conned and the D Number form was fake. From what mum revealed to me years after I left GSU Training school Embakasi,she was not worried that a nay sayer had re surfaced. She told me that on receiving this information, she said to herself that as long as I left the Butchery alone, went to the Stadium alone and was recruited from the crowd without being assisted by anyone, she would only accept that it was fake if I was rejected at GSU Training school on the reporting date. (I wish mum knew that I was not alone but the Lord was with me and was answering my prayers, she should not have gotten worried not even an Inch…!)

Another version of the story started circulating too. It was being circulated by those who were of the opinion  that the D Number was not a forged one but thought that I was assisted to grab this slot. The story was being told of a wealthy twin sister of my mum who works for NSSF and using her financial muscle and influence, had secured me this slot. (I wish they knew that even Auntie [The so called wealthy sister] came to learn of this some days after the successful recruitment drive and was not involved at any point whatsoever!)

I thank God for my strong mother; she weathered the storm and stood with me without sharing with me what the nay Sayers were saying. I continued with my normal routine in the slaughter business but would in the afternoon be released earlier than usual from the butchery so as to prepare for my planned reporting date. I used to do some evening jog and shopping for the required items. This saw me get ready and buy all that was required of me despite the serious cash problems that my family was going through!

On 28/12/2004, very early in the morning, I left home accompanied by mum and dad who were to escort me to GSU Training School Embakasi. When we got to Kerugoya town, there was no enough money for us to commute together using a direct route Matatu hence dad left me and mum to board one together and he decided to use what was refered to as ‘Murengo’ which he thought was cheaper. Little did i know that this was the last time I was to see him before joining training school. By 0800Hrs, mum and i were at the GSU Training school reception area. It barely took 30 Minutes and I was received after verification of the autheticity of the D Number form and hurriedly bundled into a waiting convoy of recruits. Here, we were supposed to carry almost everything we had come with at a go and very fast run towards our newly found home, in the barracks! 

Mum would later tell me that when she saw me get in and her being left behind without any drama as was prophesied by our local chief, it was a great moment for her since I was recruited as it marked an end to what the local chief was telling her of how I was conned and given a fake D Number. She also told me that after I was received, she stayed outside the gate only for dad to turn up at 1000Hrs, two hours after mum and I had parted ways. She informed him that I was received two hours ago without any hitch and I am sure he was also relieved too!

Before going back home, Dad wanted them to visit My Auntie who lived in Kayole. Owing to cash problems, they walked from Embakasi to Kayole where mum would later tell me that this was the longest she had ever walked. Lastly, they got to my auntie’s residence and later traveled back home. They briefed those who were interested in knowing how things were where they were told that I was safely in the hand of my Instructors.

The Nay Sayers once more lost on this one.....!