When I started blogging, it reminded me of this Kalenjin farmer who had gained entry into a nightclub, which was the hottest place to be in Eldoret. The club had strobe lights which snaked on the ceiling and the floor and the farmer had for the best part of three hours just staring at these lights wondering and thinking at the marvel of science, the lights moved in time with the music and he looked mesmerised or even hypnotised. At the time he was the funniest thing at the disco, for some of us, we had become blasé.

I can now imagine what he must have felt as when I started blogging I had that awe-struck mesmerised by the lights feeling about blogging, that I could read and write what others had written. My sisters were so enthusiastic about it and I did not want to be left behind- segue into another story of the three of us going to UG Primary School (after boarding school). Dad took us to school on the first day and we walked or rather marched behind him like those baby ducks in line- our shoes polished and hair combed and brushed and was too scared to stand in tufts as hair was wont to do.


Back to the blogging business, I have had some very good feelings about it and enjoyed myself immensely, however due to not having a computer that is connected it has been difficult to post on my webblog. At times, I have limited time with which to read other people’s posts. This is not an excuse- I remembered leaving comments on my esteemed niece/colleague “begins at home” journal and encouraging other niece to leave comments and we started having our family discussions and the blogging police came hard on us. My thought at that time was what was the etiquette of blogging and posting comments and probably I am still wondering about that even now. In the beginning, I would comment without thought until a fellow blogger showed her/his disapproval. I realised that one needs to give careful thought to comments and that to read certain blogs one needs kid’s gloves. I think I also then convinced myself (still working at it) that I am not writing for my fellow bloggers but for myself.

This blog is for when I am happy, when I am angry, when I am sad. If anyone takes offence at my writing, they can let me know in the comments section, or if they enjoy it, they can still leave their comments. However, what I am not going to do is fret and worry about my fellow bloggers- that sounds cold or that it is a tit- for –tat system of my leaving comments on their posts and hope that they do it on mine. It sounds like I am whining or griping but really I am not. I can still see that farmer at the disco and how we laughed at him but no one would have taken that enjoyment away from him.

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