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A Walk Down Memory Lane: Starehe @20

Last weekend, the roads led to The Starehe Girls Centre for their 20th Anniversary. For me, it was a reminder of a journey that has shaped the woman I have become. The journey to joining this school was not an easy one. One of my primary school teachers recommended the school to me while I was in class seven. That’s when I learned about the requirements for joining, which include an exemplary score and a compelling personal story. These were the top requirements for receiving a scholarship. My admission to the school was not an easy journey. The admission date was in February of 2008, if my memory serves me right. A chaotic time for all Kenyans; it was around the same time that post-election violence was taking place. The tension in different towns was top-notch, and travel did not come easily. My uncle at the time offered to drop my mum and I at the school, it was such a relief because travelling with public means of transport at the time was almost impossible from Nakuru. The journey to the school filled me with lots of anxiety for different reasons, one being that the road was not safe and we did not know what to expect, and two, this opportunity meant the world to me, and I couldn’t wait to explore a life beyond home, joining other girls from all over the country. When I stepped into Starehe Girls Centre in 2008, I was shocked and surprised at the same time. Our class was the cohort that “completed” the school, encompassing students from form one to form four. The school had just begun in 2005, and that’s how we became part of the pioneer classes. A fascinating story that I will live to tell. I met brilliant girls from all the corners of Kenya, and fitting in was not easy; every girl here represented excellence, and this is how our foundation was laid. Being here instilled discipline, hard work, resilience, and shaped my perspective. I started seeing the world in a different lens. It was here that I explored my writing and poetry skills. It was here that I found my voice as a student leader, and it was here that I learnt what it means to volunteer and give back to my community. Starehe challenged the child in me, moulded the young woman I was becoming, and offered me a world I would have not had access to had I attended any other school. While here, I also got to meet philanthropists like Manu Chandaria, which cemented the idea of giving back. We often repeated the words “To whom much is given, much is expected,” and watching the work of Manu Chandaria, Eddah Gachukia and all other donors who made it possible for me and other girls to access a world-class education cemented the idea of giving back. I left the centre a new woman who was equipped to conquer and change the world, and I couldn’t have asked for better. Over the years, alumnus from the school have found ways to give back to their families, the school and the communities they come from. Meeting with “old girls” from the school always reminds me that there is a lot to be done, and we all have a small part to play in the end. Most of the alumni are out here changing the world and rewriting narratives of the communities they serve. If you told me this would be our story 20 years down the line, I wouldn’t have imagined it. From my class group alone, I am happy to be affiliated with lawyers, doctors, engineers, businesswomen, artists, and financial advisors, to name a few. When I received the invite to join the Starehe@20 Anniversary, I knew a trip down memory lane would be inevitable. Being at the event was nostalgic; it reminded me of the little girl who walked those gates naive, anxious, and afraid of the unknown, but left the same gates four years later bolder, wiser, and ready for what the world would bring her way. I am forever grateful for this part of my life; it remains the story that shaped my early adult years and continues to shape the person I am today.  As I always say, “I am the product of people investing in a little girl and her dreams”. Within my means, I hope I can inspire others and lead change, especially for young girls and boys, through education. I am a proud alumnus of the Starehe Girls Centre! I would like to encourage young girls out here with big dreams to consider joining the school. Your story will never be the same again.

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Where Bridges Meet the River Nile

I have seen beautiful places,Places I want to write about,Where bridges meet the River Nile,And waters dance to the tunes of the tides. It’s here that I want to be,To listen to the chirping of the birds,As nature reconciles all its tunes,And the wonders of the world unravel. Elenah-2025 #poetry

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This Madness: A tale of Accountability.

When freedom of speech was not so free anymore,

When preachers stood on a pulpit and passed the microphone to the oppressor,

When the church couldn’t speak a message of peace, love and unity.

When the 2million here, 5 million there, or 20 million filled the church coffers so they could turn a blind eye.

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Universe granted her wishes

She sent love to the universe,She received abundance. She sent abundance to the universe,She received gratitude. She showed gratitude to the universe,And everything was overflowing. 🌞 #optimism #affirmations

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Little boy- I see you

I see him beyond the walls he has put up,

I see his little wounded self,

I see how he needs someone to listen,

But the world put him on a pedestal,

And now even on days he cannot smile, he has to.

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Askari Jela (Prison Guard)

He spent most of his days getting to know fellow inmates and what had brought them there. He had heard it all by the time he was leaving. The prison guards would go about their day trying to ensure security is enforced but to him, the real askari jela would be unleashed at night. 

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Dashed hopes: Shattered Dreams

Do you see them, Young energetic and eager, Their faces brightened with hope the day they walked out of those educational institutions, With their certificates, diplomas and degrees, Their mission, To contribute and change a small part of their world.   Do you see him, How he makes promises on every public platform and behind every microphone? Of economic growth, How he will address unemployment, Jobs, jobs, jobs, Technologia.   Do you see them, The factories, The foreign companies, The way they close shop every day, The way the cotton farms, the pyrethrum farms, the sugarcane farms, the textile EPZ, Did you notice how they faded into thin air? Yet every year, Children of the nation filled with hope, They hope to earn a decent wage, Live decent lives.   Do you see them scavenging? Their ID and certificates at hand. He will gather them at the public arena, Remind them of his humble beginnings, The son of a peasant, Making a name for himself amongst the political bigwigs, How he built from scratch, He started with an egg, And now is the biggest distributor of eggs in the east, west, north and south, That if they work a little hard, They will get there, That they should give him another political term to fulfill all his promises.   Dashed hopes, Politically killed dreams.

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Voiceless Little Girls

I was shut down and asked to avoid the spotlight.

They say little girls shouldn’t be immersed in a man’s world,

Little girls shouldn’t be engaged in politics,

Little girls shouldn’t be anyone’s pawns,

Little girls should therefore not have a voice of their own,

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