Youth
Alive
Nameless is Back in Town
By Fr Samuel Wachira
I
f you have ever found yourself between a rock and a hard
In a short while, friends and foes were trooping to my keja and
place you will know that at such times you may have to
soon the poor room could hardly bear the weight. Kisses, hug,
build an alliance with hard choices.
embraces and fist knocks followed as the ‘prodigal son’ was
Imagine a situation where you are forced to share a bed with a
viper, kiss the cheek of your enemy or have to dance with the
seven-horned devil!
Before I tell you where I am, I will first remind you why I ended
up wining and dining with the enemy.
If your memory is not on strike, you should not find it hard to
remember that as we speak, Model - the daughter of Clotilde
welcomed back to the fold. Yet all these was not enough to set
my heart aflame for without Model, I Nameless I am like a posh
range-rover sports but without fuel.
After the initial excitement died, it was time to put our heads
together to seek ways to free our jailed comrades.
As usual, most of the people were burning to give suggestions
and hands were already up in the air, waving for attention.
and my hearts greatest desire- is locked up at the police station
Kush, the man who acts as the sergeant at arms at ‘jobless
over some unsettled bills.
corner’ where bunge la vijana holds its sittings was the first one
As I have told you before, Model is the only person who has the
to take the floor:
capability to make my heart perform a somersault. That is why
“I suggest we get down to work and start to lay down some
my brain is doing cart-wheels when I think of her in a cell.
good plans for a series of prayer rallies and crusades.” In the
With difficulty, Mboch helped me drag my broken heart to my
silence that followed, you could have heard a feather drop.
keja- it is still there. Dirty, in a mess but it is still there- and
“Prayers have been known to work miracles and I believe a
helped me sit on my bed. Hardly had I started to get used to the
series of them will unlock the doors of jail for our comrades.
stuffy air of my ‘simba’ than tongues started wagging.
All we need to do is to move from estate to estate creating
A word here, an SMS there and soon the breaking news were
flying around like bats. Nameless is back in Town. Those of
you who have followed me from the beginning know the kind of
emotions that this name elicits.
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awareness of our people’s innocence claiming that enemies of
development have fixed our colleagues. Let us tell the people
about the conspiracy of the older generation and how they are
doing anything to make sure that the future generation does not
ascend to power.