In Rongo there is a village called Kokwanyo,where a boy watched days passing by,One day same as last in a boring monotone as he tried to figure out what next.
As iron sharpens another,a former class mate jolted him awake and told him 
‘There is a whole world out here just waiting for us’ 
And this world meant he was going to be a Mjengo guy if it meant his only ticket out of the village.
A life covered in cement, tar,mortar,perpetually caked in dust.

Nairobi welcomed him at the back of a cement truck just as Nairobi welcomes everybody.
What you do after this welcome is really upto you  

There is a reason most people born in Nairobi are not half as successful as the village boys,because we were born and are entitled to the city while the ones who arrived saw possibilities  that keep renewing themselves each day.

This is the immigrant question and why immigrants do well than natives.

Oliech Ja Mjengo the liquid,fitting himself in every container,doing every job until finally he struck gold,realized the media was his calling and decided to try his luck by calling his social media following to the launch of his TV Ja Mjengo Tv.

He called politicians and people of great influence to show up at the launch of his TV as guests of honor,Most who turned him down immediately and some who just ignored his message -  this is the crux of being a nobody.

I was to show up for his launch as a normal guest until a day to the event, when everyone had turned him down, that he requested that I be his guest of honor – Ordinarily I would say No because as Tendo I consider myself first choice,but I had to take the challenge because I know what it means to be a nobody.

This was a difficult decision because on the same evening,I was being celebrated by my Alma Mater the great Highlands Moi Girls Eldoret,they were celebrating their book Rough Silk at the Five Star Movenpick, But I said Yes hoping God would see me through this evening.

I walked into MovenPick in a Kitenge,with my Afro and red  lipstick and graced the Moi Girls event.

I then went to the washroom,undressed,put on a blue dress,I changed my lipstick to pink,and changed my wig but since I could not unzip..I shouted out for Scholar to come help me,
Scholar was at the reception selling books.

WSO was waiting at the parking,and as soon as I got in,he started the mad drive towards Ngong Hills Hotel,traversing corridors that I wasn’t even aware of.

When I arrived,Oliech Ja Mjengo’s face lit like a christmass tree..he thought I would not show up.

Ja Mjengo Tv was born all his stars had aligned.
Exactly a week after his launch,these same  stars ran away and abandoned him.
Life closed over him like a dirty brown river,
An endless cloud covered his sun.

Ja Mjengo fell ill exactly a week after this launch first with an eye problem and as I write this,he lies placidly in a morgue.

The Tv he launched and never once aired any content,will be used to cover his funeral.

Life is an elaborate performance of endless grief

If you must read this,because you read everything I wrote,I just want to say,I enjoyed our last Supper Gordone Oliech..and one Question..Did you launch a TV to cover your funeral?You should have told me.”