Abionyach my threeness

The sun was already determined to get up high on the sky, the clouds hurriedly paving way for another clear sky, below the birds sang merrily as though they knew what was about to happen or rather what was already happening.
The waves thrashed the shores of L. Victoria gloriously tossing the anchored boats back and forth like some kid on a seesaw. Then there was the unmistakable sound of a new born showing disgust at the new environment.
It had been long tiresome nine months for the mother who was now holding the baby with joyful relief. On the other hand for the new born it had been the best nine months judging by the seemingly uncontrollable yell- yes, the baby yelled not cry.

Abiud he was named after the mother convinced the father that it was a prophetic name-something he later became very proud of in his life. So Abiud left the gates or what looked like the gate of Lumumba Hospital curled up on the mother’s arms as the father fumbled in his pocket for the car keys. In the next fifteen minutes or so Abiud who is also called Onyango was introduced to his other siblings.

It had been awhile since the attempted coup. Now three small joyful faces were staring down at him. It wasn’t long before they would get fed up. Onyango as it turned out was not only robust but savage. His age mates feared his anger. He would never hesitate to jab when necessary.

The mother had frequented his school more than was necessary. One moment he had broken a friend’s hand, the other he had disfigured a pupil’s dental formula. She had come to know all the teachers teaching Onyango just as good as the palm of her own hand.

“What on earth did I give birth to!” at one point she wondered, after another report this time from a neighbor who’s son had felt the wrath of Onyango’s anger. At such times his mother would opt to tie him under a large mahogany table that was about one foot tall.

His father often caned him but he was somewhat proud of his robust nature-maybe that’s one thing he might have borrowed from him. Nevertheless Onyango who is also called Onyach was quite popular with the older members of the society, particularly the aged people…TO BE CONTINUED…

Involvement

I’ve always been involved, right from the point of birth. Immediately the doctor ushered me into this world I let out weirdly long cry (or was it a shout?) whatever the case I was sending a signal that I am now involved in this not so comfy world. From that point on I got involved. With every age and height I attained I got involved both in the good and the bad. The scars in my body can attest to this tale. Yes! Trees I climbed not only for fun but also to rescue a trapped cat.

Moreover noise makers I wrote in Primary School but I too had my name on the ‘Parrot list’ at some point in life. That is I have been involved in leadership but I have also been under leadership. You see many people call me Jack but I wonder whether they know that am really Jack and that I can sometimes be a jerk! I have pissed off as many people as i have pleased so Jack or Jerk depends on whether you know me for the former or the latter. Believe it or not after high school I preached the gospel not in the church, certainly not! I preached on the streets. Yes! I preached to passers by at Kencom stage. Not that I was holier than thou, absolutely not. If anything I am wretched sinner saved by the grace trying to fulfill the commission or what do you think He meant when he said, “Go yea into the world…” simple! Get involved or you forgot that i am a Jack of all traits.

Anyhow from a demon chasing heaven bound street preaching I ended up in Daystar University pursuing Journalism rather than theology; not that I intended to be a pastor, not at all but neither did I think I would become a journalist not even in my wildest imaginations. Actually I still wonder how I got myself into the idea of studying journalism just as much as I get baffled at the thought of having preached. I’m just being involved I guess.

However there is a part of involvement that I got involved in that left me different more reformed and obviously ready to transform. When I joined campus I yearned to get involved so I joined the Involvement scribes and thus my journey begun. Unlike the 'underground' daystar group on face book, we literary have our offices underground. But that's beside the point.

I seemed to have known well where I was going…so as part of involvement I drew cartoons to involve them and believe me they were involved. At times the cartoons made them laugh; at times it reminded them of the sad reality we faced every day but most importantly it left them more informed. I was happy playing Gado or Maddo in Daystar, whichever suits you. I had done well involving my daystar community.

Furthermore my talent cup was filled to the brim and it spilled over to opinion writing. So I involved them not only with the cartoons I drew but also with the opinions I wrote. Some were mind boggling and others too simple that even a mind that slipped into campus illegally could grasp; yet I never failed to involve the Daystar Community. I rose in ranks with every member of the community I involved. The more my pen coughed ink and my pencil slid on the drawing book the more I informed and the more they got involved.

Consequently my talent cup got fuller and fuller and lo! And behold it spilled on the marketing docket. Did I say Marketing? Of course I did, how then could I possess this noble title? For awhile my creative mind took a rest to pave way for logic or better said arithmetic. But to this very day and hour I question the spilling of my talent cup. Did God really tilt my cup in this direction or was it my ambition. But the more the days go and the more I try to involve them in arithmetic which is supposed to involve advertising the more I realize that indeed it was ambition that tilted my cup. A year is almost gone since my creativity gave way to Arithmetic but quick calculations tell me that I have involved none.

Nevertheless I am a man of reason. I believe in results. Yes! I believe in involvement. Unless you involve you are being selfish and by extension boring, but my ingenious mind cannot accept to be in a boring state and therefore I shall honorably give back what ambition gave me and pray to the almighty to forgive my opportunistic character for out of involvement I’ve learnt to seek the voice of him who involved us all in this life. The Creator!

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