I was stack in a riddle wrapped in an enigma when I got expelled from my dream village school a decade ago.kirwa is an incredible secondary school that reeled plenty of students to universities due to its outstanding performance every year. I put my shoulders to the wheels and scraped an admission letter to kirwa secondary, by doing well in Kenya certificate of primary examination. My parents eyes were drowned in tears out of exuberance, my sister Rose by her gift of the gap,sung with a gentle voice to praise me and my brother Kennedy exhibited his freak flag by hamming his body to spice and ginger up the song,I was so ecstatic. My parents importuned me to work my fingers to the bone to fledge up my educational nest with plenty of knowledge while in secondary school and I pledged to heed their advice. Being a lawyer was my mother's career dream for me and settle my family in the garden of roses in future. I was lucky to have three friends in school; Evans, Sarah and Esther. Evans was tall and heavyset,he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, always had a fat pocket and lashed out money extravagantly, he was a Jekyll and hyde, he could be good on one side and evil on the other side,he was a perilous shark to swim with. Sarah was short and slender. She was determined and burnt a candle on both ends to hit the target of the day. Esther was short and stocky,she was a tigress and whoever rubbed its fur in a wrong way, would dance to the rhythm of his or her own music. She always urged me to hitch up my wagons to a star in my academics, she was a moral compass to me to navigate on the right path to success. I developed an affinity for her, she was my ray of light towards my better future. Our bond grew up strong to an extent that our both feelings were telepathic. On noticing our bond, Evans framed up false accusations on us out of jealous and reported to the principal that he caught us on an horizontal refreshment. The principal got persuaded and expelled us from kirwa secondary. My parents were so much disappointed and disowned me. I hiked for around fifteen kilometers and found an incomplete apartment lived by one unharmful mad man and we stayed together. I was in a Slough of despond,I was between hell and high waters,hunger almost pushed me to knock the doors of heaven,I resorted to collecting disposed leftovers for my lunch and dinner. One weekend morning,I trekked to Esthers place who was now a student at a new school to see her. Immediately I stepped into the compound, her parents beheld me and screamed on top of their lungs, according to them,am the reason their daughter was expelled from Kirwa secondary. They framed me up with a rape case and asked Police to take me to court. Esthers parents and their lawyer bent over backwards to win the case though Esther was against the waves for my favour. I was jailed for fifteen years. Life in prison wasn't a breeze, we had to be escorted under heavy security to do government jobs daily like, cleaning and unblocking sewerage systems,it really took toll on me, I degenerated to the bags of bones. Here in prison, I decided to study my high school education to pass time and have equanimity of mind. I tackled the syllabus root and branch and every scope of study was under my belt. I was all dressed up and nowhere to go, when one of the prison teachers, pledged to register me for Kenya certificate of secondary examination. It was a piece of cake which I waltzed through with ease. I was on cloud nine to have outstanding results, eligible for University admission, but ruefully remorseful and painful for being behind the bars. The cockles of my heart rejoiced when out of the blues, the president announced amnesty of the few individuals and I was among them. I made a bee line for Kenyatta University admission because I was already five days late. I resolved to be a hermit in the university due to an ordeal experience with friends like Evans.No parent,no guardian. I spread myself so thin in all Scopes of my study and passed my law course with a distinction. I walked the pavements and got a job in a private law farm. It was barely a year when I bumped into Sarah who is now a full fledged nurse in Nairobi town. She narrated a story about Evans, how he stabbed her girlfriend with a knife accidentally when he was teasing him for allegedly having an affair with another man, he was life imprisoned of murder, what goes around comes around. She told me how Esthers healthy has been worse for regretting the evil actions her parents did to me.I relocated to the village where she was a school teacher and met her. The parents craved for forgiveness with passion which I accepted and they accompanied me to see my parents. On seeing me,tears streamed on their cheeks and besought for forgiveness and I accepted. Then Esther accepted my proposal which our both parents blessed with joy. Life is a journey everyone should be cautious not to ensconce in a perilous predicament mysteriously

Variety is the spice of life, there are ups and downs in life, one should not look things through a rose tinted glasses, because there must be good and bad moments. I rode through the roughest aspect of life when I lost my both parents on a grisly accident. My father was a doctor well paid in a government hospital and my mother an accountant in a private company. So we were a well off family which lived in the garden of roses. My parents lashed out money extravagantly on purchasing us flashy clothes and varieties of nutrients for our nourishment. I and My sister were in different prestigious boarding schools of quality education. During the school holidays they employed tutors who hammered plenty of knowledge into us and provided floods of assignments that made us burn the midnight oil every day. We moved the earth and heaven to give out outstanding. performance that would keep them bask in euphoria and love us more. We preferred our fathers deluxe vehicle to ride us to the church on Sundays, whereby we moved to a public land after the services for recreational activities and then further to the restaurant to large it on. The world was an oyster for us, our lives were in a clover. Jane was our maid who kept tabs on our movements so that we could not fall into the jaws of the wolves. My parents prepared a banquet three times a year for the celebration of the fruits of their loins I and my sister Christine. People from all walks of lives turned up, prominent musicians were invited to ginger up the celebrations. I reminisced how we could cut the rug with my parents on the dancing floor and I stole the show from the audience. I got so many gifts which I shared with my sister who I treasured so much because she was the only sibling I had. My parents were a strong pillar to rest our shoulders, they were always at our beck and call. From their cultivated lips, they advised us to respect any person who crossed our path. They said that any gossip came from the grapevine of people,we should chew the meat and spit the bones. Humility and harmony was all my parents loved to see on us. My parents made the world to be so sweet and Worthy of living until when the blossom fall off the rose. One Saturday morning,they traveled to my maternal home for a circumcision rite of my cousin Leonard. They tossed down drinks and made pig of themselves with plenty of food that were prepared by the qualified chefs. On their way back home, they were involved in a grissly accident which was head on collision with a passenger vehicle. They were rushed to the hospital being between life and death but all the effort was futile and they gave up the ghost. Floods of tears streamed out of our eyes and gnashed our teeth with pains. They were rested under the six feet and we became the orphans. It was barely a month when the world turned into a nightmare to us. Our maid was sacked and we were forced into doing house chores in my uncles house, and even stopped going to school. This was a harbinger of a doomed life to us. We weathered through the storm of harsh conditions we were subjected into. My sisters healthy grew horrible due to agony and depression which compelled my late mothers sister take her to maternal home for a new environment. One morning, I was seated on the grave of my mother shedding tears on reminiscing the smooth life we had together, when my uncle popped up and beat the pants off me insinuating that I was provoking my mothers spirit to haunt him and he chased me out of the house. I trekked to a nearby shopping center, where I got an old dilapidated and a half demolished hut, to provide a roof over my head. The following day, I rambled around to search for a menial job that could keep me above the waters and found one at a certain womans' household called Sarah, who had two children Alex and Fridah. I kept the straps of my purse tight on the money,I earned from my job as a farmer and herder. I lost much weight and my healthy went to the dogs. The hostile nature of the situation put more years on me but no body would help a lame dog over a stile. When my contract ended, I moved out and the amount I had been saving used them in renting a wretched hut that measured well with the amount I had. The remaining amount, I registered in a public secondary school. I fired all the cylinders to make sure my performance was outstanding. I tackled the examination and got an eligible grade for university entry. I decided to pursue medicine like my father, I was strapped for cash but tried to tide over some that I scraped from the menial works I did during the holidays. In the university, I buckled down and hit the books with passion until the completion of my course and graduated without any relative to celebrate and congratulate me. After five months of securing a job, I took back my sister to school. Parents are the strong tree to rest on, that its roots are so deep into the ground and no amount of cyclone can ever sway it.