Lying on my bed, And waking up with a start.. A thought crept into my mind So creepy and powerful.. "Have you gone to the video worship centre..?" it says. Then i, mumbling about a forgotten programme, Walked down the aisle to the sitting room.. Standing before me, prominently displayed is...the great educator.. The TELEVISION. Oh! Television.. you centre around my world.. you teach me what to say, How to dress and how to eat I sit down daily before you, paying my obeisance to you. You show flashy role models.. All dressed with violence You are entangled with the ropes of sexual pervasion.. You engulf me with lyrics of songs that brings eternal damnation to my soul... You give me ideas of what i should look like.. You show me images of vulgarity. Infact, i am your mirror.. The perfect student of my Television.. Watching you everyday, I get the conclusion that violence, sexual gratification and juvenile delinquency are acceptable societal norms. This, of course brings conflict to my soul.. I am no longer who i ought to be.. I am caught between imitation and trying to be myself.. I am tired.... I am confused... This is my cry, the heart rending tears of a teenager.. But then, where are my parent? The great educators employed by God.. They have left their duty post! They have gone on a strike! They have deserted the God-given orchard...ME. Parents..you are the original Television created by God for me.. I want to build my destiny on the godly movies that i watch in you.. Be the T.V programmes in my life.. BE MY TELEVISION!..
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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