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Death of Rotich and the Pity of Valogooli in Nandi

A picture of Rotich, posted by his Wife on Facebook when he went missing. Rotich went missing more than a week ago. On Thursday 10th October, he was found right at the immediate neighbor’s kitchen house – rotting. He had committed suicide.  He had degenerated of late. Drinking and drinking, poor chang’aa. He had squandered his enterprises to do nothing but be around the dungeons of the liquid - for some gulps.  Rotich was my mentor. I was young, we had migrated to Nandi and I needed a person to look up to. He told me I would own a car soon. That was in 2006 when I sat for my KCPE exams at Kiptuiya primary and topped my class. I hanged around his Denja Zamani village shop. He would allow me inside his house and pass a moment with a discussion, TV watch and laugh with his young beautiful family. Evenings he would step out and see us play ‘likoola’ at the Denja Zamani field.  With no social amenities and enterprise, life can really get boring at Denja. A dull soil beneath, a gloomy air an

Funny a people: A case of collective sluggishness; piped community water

It is both foolish and informative to read this article. Foolish because human stupidity is again given airtime. Informative because you need to know how stupid humans remain being.

So one community member decides to tap water to his home. But living deep in the village, he consults and is told the best way is to tap with a larger volume pipe – from which the rest of the village will tap from. He agrees: bingo!

I assure him that the community will ensure the trench is dug. He is interested in getting the digging images. He gets angry that I only sent 3. One because there was no need for many pictures. I struggle to get more because no one is digging now.

Those who kicked off digging have already cleared their portions. And they are not going to touch others’ portions, even if they do not come to dig!

And I take it up to remind those whose portions remain. Some appear. But they do too little of it that you have to go to remind them that they should make time to redo soonest – in a nice voice. The same nice voice is maintained when you remind them the tenth time.

At the umpteenth reminder, they, feeling guilty, take to self-defense. Their portion was bigger, harder, full of roots, others have not finished theirs why just be on they, others did not make theirs well even – why can’t I ensure completion of that before I come to them?

I told another woman to try making a trench as her contribution and she said nope, she is a girl. In the sense that she is not married in the family. To mean women married in the family should. She, she might get married and won’t be a beneficiary in other words. Yet she is the caregiver to her old mother, she and her children living here, every evening when it does not rain they struggle going to the spring. She is half mad or she sometimes pretend to be.

Without forgetting the man who told me that two jericans are enough for him – why bother including him in the arrangements? If anything he has never participated in the foolishness of spring maintenance. He will fetch at night if they refuse him in the day, he continues with his stupidity.

And they can really incite the rest. The whole water project is funded by world bank, they will say. Let no one ask you to do anything for free! There is money! They will eat it alone! And in such ways they are believed by fellow fools and young observant netizens – who will grow to be worse than them when it comes to cooperation.

It did not end there. At the end point we were to put a tap to serve the community down. In between, the beneficiaries could pull together and create a momentary fetch point. Where! No, you cannot take the tap down - put it up here! Nooooooo.....

So I handed them the tap and the rod. For the end point I organized for a tap and a rod the second day. Three weeks now the folks up have not yet installed their fetch point. Some come down here to fill their jericans. 

When men laugh to themselves they hide pain, don't they? 

pic source: sciencephotolibrary.com


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