I watch the village fade into little blinking lights of nyangile as many call it or taa ya koroboi. No matter how many times I board a matatu at nine pm to eldoret, the view always amazes me. The view is always the beautiful—me above "got dudi" or sengre ang'iyo apondo".Thats why every moment i leave home the feeling makes me nostalgic for places I’ve been, people I’ve loved within this space. When am away it’s as if I’m disconnected from jokasipul and the entire familly, yet
Budding Dirt's poetry is intelligent, musical, gritty in observation, graceful in method. You can see a young man building his house of poetry & music, my writing reflect on building a balance society and making it a home. .
Behind Budding Dirts’s beautiful Brain their is a big heart. a conscientious kenyan citizen, using his high profile for doing philanthropic work and is actively involved in a number of charities.music is partly partilly what i like doing.So lets go change world for a better place..