I was born in Kasipul Kabondo — Rachuonyo District where immense wealth and devastating poverty co-exist in an uneasy negotiation. It’s a village of vibrant neighborhoods, encircled by poverty that opens into the town of Kisumu. A village of contradictions — the dumbness hub of an ancient culture that’s emerged with our ancestors to chant the friable mantras of modern consumerism.
I now live on a very different town, off the misty north rift valley.
Still surrounded by the flat plains and hills. Giant Buildings and trees shelter. My beloved brothers and relatives lives here.