The Day I saved my Bakule.
Chamgei. Bakule is a Greek name. Reserved. Only invoked when things want to go southern or northern. You call Bakule someone whom you went to Gaa sambur (home of Sampur) together and you didn't die there. The year we were going was 1998. The year was good. Elders had beat the stomach of a goat and everything was right. Korgob kogel had a child next to her. All signs in the sky and earth was very good to open girls and boys. It was also ripe to remove kitikab kirugik ak kweesik. How we were opened and released is a story of another day. That aside, this is how I saved my Bakule from lefting school after being opened. An opened man in those days was purely dry and going back to school especially primary to be told to kneel down and bent forward like a cow was a total taboo, savage Cains was not a problem, he could endure even 100 strokes. It was February 1999. I had opened school, high school, mark it. Baringo to be specific. One of the biggest schools in Kenya nowadays. I had been ...