HOW I JOINED ROTARACT journey can be a bit distracting to one’s social life but this is a story for another day. You know the feeling when you are back home from some trip abroad that took you a couple of years, I know I was within the country and stuff, but at least you get the picture. I felt like I would have gotten back to my social space, you know the same one I left, but this time with more experience and a few chums we would spend with the clique. It’s not like I have anything against Education and moving towns, but truth be told it has a major impact on one’s social life and behavior, both positive and negative.
“Born and raised in Malindi, who would have thought that there would come a time I would be lonely and need the company of friends, I mean, I am in my home town, the place I grew up and had friends from primary to high school and university, not to mention the vastly
So here I am back in my old town, having gotten an internship with a government institution and it was going well. I meet the office team on a Monday morning, cool boss and awesome colleagues. The week kicked off; being a new staff, everyone is friendly and ready to hold your hand and show you how things are done. After a day or two, everyone is back to their desk and you are left at your station sipping office tea as you pretend to be busy doing something but
neighborhood I once lived in.” -Rtr. Sirya Kiponda Rotaract Club of Malindi
actually, you’re on all the accessible social media platforms chatting your day away and you can’t wait for the clock to hit 5:00 pm. I am not saying that the office was not busy, just that I was directly reporting to the head of the office who by then was away on official duty. So, it is during such times that I realized that the Malindi I had left was not the one I came back to. Most, if not all of my so-called
Kisumu Ndogo is a small country of its own where everyone knows
friends had also followed suit, either moved to other towns to pursue
everyone, I mean “…everything nobadiii” (if you know you know).
jobs or education, and the few who remained had somehow moved
Fast forward to 2018, very many years later I was back in Malindi,
on to something else - from acrobatic, beach boy, bike riders (Boda
fresh from “campusish” you know how we say it when we want
boda), shoe sewing and the very obvious one parenthood.
to mean proximity to something. Long story short, the education Life had somehow sorted us out and no matter how hard we tried 12
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to get together we never succeeded and the few times we did. It
