Life can be a rollercoaster...

When they said, "life can be a rollercoaster," I never really understood what they meant. But I kind of feel like I can relate to almost every bit of it. I'm only twenty-two. It's funny right?

Well truth is, despite being in my final year taking a degree, I can't help but think that a degree is just like another piece of paper, as Biko puts it, a metaphor of how little a formal education can do for you. You can have your degree and still have a life worse than those who dropped out of school. And yet still, out here we have men with degrees and men with degrees from the streets, pick your side.

The harsh thing out here is that it's a who-do-you-know kind of world. And who does he know, No One. At this point Kimotho learns that No is something he can't afford to say. Always say 'I can do it' and learn the craft as you go. So, he has to put in the work, to defy all odds, to at least craft something for himself. He chooses to be anything and everything, a hawker today, a plumber the next, a matatu driver this month, a turn boy into Uganda the other month...all this with his degree stuffed up in his books just like another piece of paper ...hopeful that it will salvage him some day. But well of hope eventually dries...such is life. Where there is no hope, action takes over, just to survive another day. But that's what you become when there is no bubble holding you from the harsh moments of life, because life can be harsh.

Well, to Kimotho and any other young person facing a hard time, I am probably way too young to give an advice but they say I am old soul.

One, Never say never... you will always figure it out. But it need you to put in the work. So do it.

And two, you can build it all up from the ashes and have the taste of your good side...I am hopeful too, but like I said, life can be a rollercoaster, just that this time the odds may fall on your good side.

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