SONDU/MIRIU PUBLIC LIBRARY
Abuto Abednego
Rachier Primary School
THE WAY I LIVE AT HOME
Our home is in Kajimbo Village in Upper Nyakach division in Nyando District. My mother is a business woman and my father was a farmer in Kajimbo Village. He is planting Sugar-cane, tea and maize. He was a very big farmer in Nyanza Province. My mother is sells clothes. She walks with them and selling them in Nairobi and Mombasa.
We are twelve people in our home including my mother and father. Our mother provides for our daily meals.
Our first born is through with school and is working in Likoni in Mombasa. She is a manager at the ferry office. I have seven other brothers and sisters in between. I'm the second last born, I'm fourteen years old and I'm in class eight. Our last born is twelve years old and she is in class six... The rest are in Secondary School. I have done my KCPE examination and awaiting my results. My dad had School fees ready for my Secondary education all I need to do is pass. The wise men said make hey while the sun shines.
My father use to take sugar cane to the sugar factories around. He also took Maize and Tea to the factories. He employed some people to work in the Shamba. When the Sugar-cane was ready for harvesting he employed some people to cut for transport.
In the community people do not like us very much, they tend to think that we are proud but then it is just hard work. Whenever we have a problem even death, we are all alone, we do all the work on our own.
My father started being sick and within a very short time, he was admitted in Ward Six. When my sister heard the news she took the first bus home and we went with her to hospital. When I craned my neck to have a glimpse of what was there in the vacuum, I chuckled to myself and muttered something under my breathe.
"How are you my father/" my sister asked him. He was so sick that he could not talk. Then we got out with my sister and sat down outside. Then we stood up and hurriedly and fearfully going ho0me. No sooner had we left the place than we met a man with an angry scaring face. I felt a need to vomit but the need was horrifying.
When we reached home we found our mother sleeping. When we told her that our father was so sick that he could not talk she started trembling like a pot of fish on fire. When my mother got to hospital my father had passed away.
We buried my father on our own and now my mother takes care of us. She pays our fees and feeds us. God bless her.
That is how we are living at home.