MY FELLOW FRESHMAN DIKEMBE
By Kura Kipkura
One moderately sunny and extremely windy Saturday, in the company of fellow freshmen, we were basking, waiting for clothes to dry at an overgrown backyard of a thief infested university hostel.
Two men with optimistically brightening future, two men we shared equal fears (Losing our clothes) and pleasure (watching long footed and make up smeared attention seekers passing by). DIKEMBE DISEMBE and JAVANS WANGA.
These are men we had gotten so fond of politically arguing with together. We ate, drank, slept politics and one Saturday in what my friends call ‘University in the bush’ was just interesting, yes, and again so short.
This day, WANGA was adamantly getting into my nerves, this man from Busia County was pushing me, from Trans Nzoia County so hard to buy his idea that former SABOTI constituency is in former WESTERN PROVINCE. This happened as the other friend, DIKEMBE, clad in a lose fitting labeled black t-shirt watched on, buried in the entertainment that was our overheated argument, an argument we had gotten so into that we didn’t realize curious folks turning off music from blaring window station speakers just to get a glimpse and hear what was happening outside.
Yes, that was what we continually did with DIKEMBE, WANGA and so many other friends we met along the way, that was what made me realize the great potential that was inside this man, Dikembe (i used to call him Seth) from Luoland.
We would latter back his campaign to be the first Second year to Vie successfully for a secretary general in the Students’ Governing Council. We stuck by our little known and much heard of friend through the murky waters that was the propaganda stricken campus politics to the end.
Dikembe’s story before he wowed a student packed theater the last day before election with his characteristic ‘When the noise goes down’ speech was astounding. His was a true definition of where the seam between popularity and fame intersected. This man was famous, this man was not popular.
And after that last address, the famous Dikembe all of a sudden became popular as we, close friends, well wishers and hundreds of new converts screamed our throats soar.
The next day we just counted our way to victory, that is where his bitter-sweet success story scaled up from; the first Second Year SGC’s secretary general.
That night, the night of the day of victory, we broke down into dance, everybody joined the frenzy. We compensated the many nights we spend behind closed doors putting victory into perspective, the sleepless nights we spent pasting his posters on the university path ways and watching out for propaganda leaflets.
We had seen him up. And life moved on as everybody projected their psychopachy, loyalty and whatnot to the national level.
Dikembe is a man who is loved and hated in equal meter, yes, he, apart from a man called Enock Nyariki is somebody i met and inspired me. They are few friends that despite the slight difference that passions bring in, you will never like to lose them.
My other friend and ethic mate Thomas Chemelil will also agree to me that, although we sometimes spew vitriol on our politically different friends, Humanity has to carry the day.
I didn’t feel good when i heard of his arrest, yes. I felt so great when i knew of his release. And while i still hold tight my loyalty to the president and his deputy. Dikembe’s case is already won.
I REST MY CASE