Saturday, September 14, 2o19-This amazing piece by popular social media  commentator and columnist Silas Nyachwani is a must read.
It has vital lessons that all Kenyans should read.
There are different levels za kusota.
Kuna hiyo ya hapo early 20s, in college or just out of college.
Sometimes it is so bad that you sleep hungry, and sometimes you are even a homeless, and you may have to spend time in a bus, a church, or a park bench, because you have nothing to lose.
If you come from a rich family, these things always sound far fetched. But if you come from a poor family, these things are as real as the air you breathe. I know guys who have been homeless and had to sleep in dangerous places waiting for tomorrow.
A few months after finishing campus, I went for like three days without food. Like no food for breakfast, lunch and supper, for three days. I went to what my close friend calls hibernation, like a python. This means, that you retreat completely to bed, and sleep the entire period, at night you watch monotonous CNN and Al Jazeera and then you back to sleep. Then, on the fourth day, when I had just given up, ready to die, a friend I had done a favour several months back, out of nowhere sent me Sh 375, and told, me that I had come through for him and he was only rudisha mkono. The idea was for me to have a drink... I had not asked for the money from him and he wasn't even in my circles, but the money came in so handy, and I went to a nearby Swahili restaurant and ate some mbaazi and rice, as I tried to rescue myself from the jaws of death. That day I believed that God is real.
I know many guys who have gone through this. And I just saw some young men being briefed hapo Aga Khan Walk on something they are to sell. And sales is one of the most impossible jobs on earth. Most of those young men and women will sleep hungry tonight because they will not meet their quota and most companies have done away with a retainer and you are only paid a commission. Very few sales people are able to sell a single thing in a month, least of all insurance policies in a tough economic environment.
But no matter how terrible the going is in your early 20s, you rarely veer off. You stay put with your values. But after 25, you start adjusting your values. If the salaries are delayed, or there is no food, you don't mind doing something bad to get by. Some become thieves. Some get into corruption.
Men and women handle the crap of life differently. For women, some turn to prostitution and it is always heartbreaking for a man if your sister out of desperation turns to prostitution. Lucky women may marry their way to wealth. Unlucky will also go through the baptism by fire of early adulthood.
Between 23-27, you go from a very a desperate situation, to some stable job, which normally ends abruptly and you may find yourself back in the streets, shylocking your fridge and electronics, before things get back to normal.
But as you grow old, you will understand why our older folk stuck with bad jobs in order to pay rent and school fees for us.
For an adult, your biggest worry is rent. Nothing destabilizes a man like lacking money for rent and having an unreasonable landlord. Sometimes you miss out like 3 months and the landlord has to kick you out and that kills your spirit completely. You hate being born and you hate ever marrying and having children. Dodging your landlord is a necessary life skill until it gets ugly, but the shame either hardens you, disciplines, depresses you to submission.
Adulthood is no joke.
This morning I saw my daughter being fed her cereals and she was dutifully eating them. Then she came to say goodbye. Most beautiful thing. And as I walked out, in school buses I saw the young boys and girls dressed so well, with hoodies to keep off the nauseating Nairobi morning cold. I imagined how as young parents we wake up, go to work, hoping to get the rent and the school fees, to ensure that our children go to the best schools, sometimes denying ourselves so much, only for the kids to grow and turn into something else.
As a high school teacher and university lecturer, I have seen deviant kids, and I wonder do children really understand the sacrifices parents make to make it possible for them to go through school.
To escape poverty, we do a lot. Those of us who grew in great want, when we get a chance to enrich ourselves, we go overboard, because the thought of going broke again makes you sick. You remember the pain of sleeping hungry one day. The pain of growing up in a poor household and you will do everything never to go back. You will give your kids the best.
I just wonder why kids sometimes never reciprocate when they grow old.

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