FOUNDATIONAL BONDAGES: NOT FOR MY GIRLS

I was born and raised 4th after girls. I emulated them as they taught me a lot about life. They were my inspiration! My mentors! My coaches! I envied their feminism. Things got twisted and ugly as years went by.

I will base my argument on education.

I Am married to Rose Khaayi( whom I recruited here at World Pulse). We are blessed with 2 boys and 3 girls. One boy went to be with the Lord. The elder boy no longer lives with us for he is a casual laborer in a clothing industry. This, therefore, means, am the only male in the house full of 4 females.

The past few weeks have been terrible for my girls back at school. They were scorned, ridiculed, and even chased out of classes by teachers. The one sitting for her final exam was even subjected to walk in the rain by teachers. These acts really pained us as their parents. We planned to storm the school and withdraw our girls from this school. One time, this elder girl was forced to sit outside in the sun to be scorched as others went on with learning. Teachers even threatened not to give them nor mark their work. The headteacher advised her to come and tell me to check if there was an issue with us. This statement awoke me from my slumber. I realized it was easy to blame others rather than find the root cause of this problem.

That night I never slept. I kept wondering and pondering why my girls were undergoing such moments when actually we had no issue with the elder boy. Angered flushed through my system! I planned on how I would storm the school and make a show out of these frustrations. Then it popped up! A flashback on how our family has been undergoing their learning.

My elder sister, Ann, started schooling at our grandma's place. When we relocated, she finished her studies and joined Secondary school. She finished her secondary education and was never employed even as a house-help.

Our second-born sister, Violet, started schooling from whence we had relocated to and never changed school. When she reached class 8, teachers refused to accept her in class. She registered for the national exam but was never allowed to attend classes. She terminated her education but just went back to sit for the final exam. Since then, she has suffered body wounds all through. 

Our third-born sister, Everlyne, whom I follow, learned to class 7 and I got up with her. The teacher mocked her because of this action till she dropped out.

I studied in this same school to class 7. I qualified for admission to class 8, but teachers refused to let me in. My mother got worked up and sent me to our grandma's home. There, I joined class 7 and later finished my primary schooling, leading the whole school. I joined secondary where I finished my studies without my father stepping into the school. I was to join Medical, but due to lack of funds, I joined Teacher Training College, which gave me the current job am doing. Thanks to mum and my late dad.

MY follower, 5th born- Selina went to the same school. She never finished but successfully got impregnated by her teacher. We had no clue of laws, and the matter died a natural death.

Our 6th and 7th born, Meshack and Catherine, successfully completed their education at this school. They were never admitted to any secondary school not because there lacked funds. Any school that was approached to accept them openly refused the application.

The 8th,  born, Zablon is a mental case. He ran out of Special School when he saw a teacher and never returned after all manner of coaxing and motivation. 

Our last born, Nickson, studied here. On entry to class 8, teachers refused him completely. I took him in because I was not at home but doing some job at Bungoma. I enrolled him in a school where an admission test was given and he failed terribly in each of the high classes downwards. He was later placed in class 5! I lived with him till he finished his studies. he joined a day-school secondary where he got an 'A'. He later joined Aviation. He is currently the manager of a company producing jerricans for cooking oils in Kenya.

After studying the above trend, my eyes opened. I saw what was cooking. In the morning, I inquired from my mum how they learned and she confirmed that in their family, only boys studied but the girls terminated their education on the way. She happened to have studied to class seven which was the highest class of their day. She wanted to do medical but failed for admission.

This, finally awoke me to deal with foundational bondages. Someone offered a cow to terminate girl education in our generation. I have discovered this and am working on the clock round to end this foundational madness. 

I went to school, with the whole family. We repented and dinned together with teachers. We exchanged pleasantries and prayed together holding hands with the teaching fraternity and my family. This rekindled once lost happiness, acceptance, and respect we had for each other. We plan to enlighten other families undergoing such moments in their lives. My girls were given blessings by their teachers. The elder girl, Kol'Nidre Palatine Musavi is finalizing her primary education believing she will join Secondary and other tertiary institutions. The Sister, Panegyrique Tsisiga is now the star of the school, topping and leading the whole school from her level 6 downwards. She believes she will be a neurosurgeon at one point in her life. Their younger sister, Pazz Angel has not yet started schooling.

I believe, as World Pulse stands, they will give their testimony here one time to the audience of their time.

As a man, am behind their route to success!