millionaire land

    

The journey to millionaire land is probably one of the longest. To make it worse the direction doesn't seem to be common sense. In my case am either not in fate's list of expected guests to the land or there is a problem with my approach. Worst still could it be something to my family tree.

From my grandfather to my father and finally myself we all have not found the direction to this land. Well, my father considers himself a very successful man but from what is left to inherit from him it’s clear he either lacks ambition or he simply doesn't want to admit his failures.

I refuse to draw my mother Katuku into this. She does not hail from Nyeri and therefore my father cannot blame physical injuries for his problems. In addition his opinion has always been deemed to be the truth regardless of the democratic space he claims to exist in his party, I mean his home.

I do not want to judge him harshly as I don't seem to be doing any better. My son Ngacha may also not have much to inherit if at all there will be anything.  I just hope I haven't passed these broke genes from my forefathers to him.

I want to stop this blame game but I still think my late grandfather (his soul lest in eternal peace) would have done better.The guy was working in Nairobi in pre independence times. He claimed to have been a milk vender under a mzungu's payroll.

This must have been the same time that Njenga Karume was selling charcoal somewhere in Kiambu. By all standards selling milk is more lucrative than selling charcoal. The unfortunate thing is that while Njenga was accumulating his million and the likes of john Kean and Nguba were accumulating land titles  my grandfather was accumulating sons ,daughters and off course their mothers.

No wonder we are so many you can confuse our family’s get together party with a prayer rally for the Hague 4.

I will call it legacy, forgive my forefathers and focus in this difficult journey to the land of millions. Am a bit worries because I just celebrated my 35th birthday and according to the bible I have a similar number of years to vacate this earth unless there is an AGM in heaven to award me some bonus years.

The biggest question is where have I been all those years and why isn't there enough to show for it.

The easiest answer once more is to hide under my family tree which I have already done. Secondly am tempted to blame the un proportional manner in which the national cake is shared. For your information none of my clansmen has ever been to city hole let alone parliament.

The best we have had is my uncle Mr. Matari who is a primary school teacher and every year he accompanies STD 8 pupils to parliament for the school's annual Nairobi tour. You should hear him describing the august house. You would think he is the one who drafts parliamentary standing orders.

It’s obvious that Mr. Matari does not bring back home a piece of the national cake and therefore we can only plead serikali itusaidie.

Unlike my folks I have not been waiting for the govt. I have been having 'mega' project since I was introduced to the shilling.

It’s rather discouraging that none of these projects have landed me to this land of milk and honey and why this is so remains the question. My first project could shed some light. Look out for that in “The fight over pineapples”                                                                  ----stevemunyi@gmail.com