Sometimes it seems we get so caught up in titles and who gets the credit for writing, saying and doing this and that and we allow our egos to run a muck with what once may have started as pure intentions to do good, yet the more energy we put into receiving recognition the less and less our words and deeds have any real impact. Anyone out there trying to make some real changes and touch the lives of another soul will not be interested in being placed on pedestal, it doesn't matter how we help, the point is we get out there and do our part for this world. No names, no titles; just love. You will be shocked at how far we go when we work together as a community and forget about who our egos try to place in hierarchy.
By Dr.Paul Bundi Karau I arrived at Kanyakine High School on 18th February 1999 a small village boy. I had never been to a boarding school, and certainly this is the furthest from home I had ever gone. The boys who were assigned to escort me to Mungania dorm looked at my stunted height and loudly wondered how I would survive in Beast's school. "Who is Beast?" I asked in bewilderment. "You will know." Musyoki answered curtly. It didn't take me long to know who Beast was. The following day, as the 10 o'clock tea was being served, I heard a commotion, with boys leaving their tea and running helter-skelter towards the classrooms. I was a fresh mono, so I didn't know what was happening. I ran along the pavement, and came upon a mighty man, who appeared to be adjusting his trousers. He yanked his belt and thrust one whip towards me. I had encountered Beast himself. He was tall, imposing, burly and endowed with a thunderous voice that could re...
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