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Always before you embark on any site.it is prudent to introduce yourself. The people you are meeting should know something about you. Your background should be well known. Your likes and dislikes should be known too.
Our past contributes much about whom we are. Our actions are normally anchored in our background. Our names too tell a tale. A person called Hunger will finally be feeling hungry all the time. Likewise if you are called Mercy,you start to have mercy on others.
I felt to do this hub as part of my introduction to Hubpages. The adage 'talk about yourself and people will lack what to talk about you behind your back' fits here like the pieces of a crossword puzzle.
I love myself ! Maybe this is the more reason that I do love others.
My mom called me Bwoyele. Exactly why she called me that, is what is beyond my imagination.That name used to be a name of a great paramount chief. Maybe she had wanted me to be a chief. Chief Bwoyele sounds great, doesn’t it? An afterthought descended upon her. It might have been a revelation. Yes, I am sure it was! She added Meshack to the name. You do remember the three Hebrew boys who defied the furnace of fire set by Nebuchadnezzar. That is me! I can defy any fire. The fiendy fire of God burns in me. Salvation knocked on my door and I opened it wide. It entered with a bang and turned my soul upside down.
Lastly, I had to inherit something from my dad apart from land. My dad was a peasant farmer and I could not inherit much from him. The name Keya came to be part of me. Now I go by the name Meshack Bwoyele Keya.Apart from my fathers name,I have also inherited very many other traits from him. My dad was the most funny person that I ever encountered. He was funny as well as a very good story teller. My dad really knew how to spin a yearn.
He has not left me behind in this. My belief is that our lives are too short to be wasted in fights,being gloomy and trivialities. My enjoyment and fulfillment is in making people happy. Sadness should be a thing of the past.
The child Meshack was a frail sick boy whose mother had no hope of his survival. He was jigger infested, with boils everywhere. Yet I survived! I had my own share of childhood escapades. My joy was when I was making mischief. There was this time that I secretly followed my mum to a funeral at night. On reaching there I demanded to be allowed to play drums. When they refused to,I threatened them with a machete. That is when my mum discovered my presence and gave me the spanking of the year.But I grew up
Through ups and downs, I managed to go beyond secondary education. School fess used to be my biggest challenge. My shoes worn out as I moved up and down from my home and school. The main reason being school levies. No sooner had I completed my secondary education than I shouted, “Hallelujah!” and started to look for employment. But who can employ a secondary graduate without training. That is when through struggle, I went to college for a teaching career. Meshack Bwoyele Keya became a professional teacher!
I have headed many institutions in Kenya my country. My teaching was result oriented. ’Work without play makes Jack a dull boy ‘became my motto. That is the more reasons I script wrote plays for drama festivals. I also doubled as the producer and director of those plays. Winning trophies became my hobby. In 2005, I incepted my own school.
I write for Bubblews and Suite101. You can find me on twitter @keyabwoyele. I am on facebook, google, yahoo, linkedin, changemakers and bid network