BLOGS

I have just returned from motherland Kenya after a one month visit, a country I left ten and a half years ago in pursuit of my dreams and hope for a fulfilled better future.

I recently spoke with someone I had not spoken with for over twenty years.

I have heard occasions to ponder on the above question and picked the minds of many Kenyan immigrants to provide their sunset days wishes.

I am a Kenyan immigrant who has lived in America for more than half my life since 1981 and I will say without equivocation that I have lived my version of the American Dream during that time.

Last week saw me getting settled in my studio apartment. It is still early to whine about sleeping on an air mattress.

Some Kenyan politicians are either suffering from dementia or are having a full blown Alzheimer’s.

I remember as a boy imitating Safari Rally cars that zoomed past our village every Easter weekend in the eighties. I loved cars then. I still do.

My papers arrived last week and now I am a resident alien. I did not see the need of sleeping on my ears, as my people say, and therefore wasted no time but immediately embarked on tarmacking.

Early this week, Monday to be exact, on my way back to the US from Kenya, I met Kenya’s Chief Justice, Dr Willy Mutunga at Schiphol airport in Amsterdam.

I came to the US in 2006.