I know there are so many stories out there, stories about success, about love, about escape, about everything you can imagine. But this is my story. The story of village boy who became so much and is still becoming. I am turning 27 today and I can't even understand how fast I got here. Then I looked at my graduation photo hanged in our house and it all came rushing and I couldn't hold the tears. If it were not for God, let Andrew say. If it were not for God! I was born in a small village called Kizingo in Dida, Ganze sub-county. Being born fourth but the first son is great but not so great! I grew up mostly with my three sisters and mum - you know this story already if you read my blog. I don't wanna talk about that today. Growing up, there was no exposure whatsoever. The furthest I went was my father's place in Bombolulu - Mombasa. Nothing much there apart from playing in that house with kina Tatu and Mariam and sometimes go to the highway to watch vehicles pass and ...
Anything I and we can write. Grounded on truth and experiences or anything really but not outside of Jesus!