Bye My Pastor

My dear pastor, Raphael Kenga Sokota to be precise, and the entire Calvary Baptist church family;

I am going back to school today. In fact I am on my way now. The holiday was abnormally long, that you may possibly have forgotten where I school, or even the fact that I am still a student. Worry not, I will remind you.

In Rift Valley, a few kilometers past Eldoret town, there is a public university. It is called Moi. You may be surprised why I mentioned the name of a former president. Cool. This is not a person, it is an institution named after him- I dont even know why. The main campus of that university is where I am heading to.

In 2011, the institution sent me a letter through my former high school. It was called 'calling letter'. I was told if I go there, I would spend some four years then come back home with a degree. I agreed and went.

Unfortunately, my university did not keep its promise. It kept on sending me home, calling me back, until I got bored. Four years are not over and I have had six breaks so far. They call them holidays. I wonder how holy those days are.

The most recent one began in mid October last year. Moi told me to come back home briefly then when I left, it forgot that I had not completed my studies yet. I have stayed at home for over eight months now. I forgot everything that I learnt for the past three academic years, but that does not concern you pastor, I will sort myself.

Concerning our church, It is definite that you, in my absence, must look for a replacement. A guitarist that will fit into my shoes, do his/her magic to produce the lowest musical sound, "Duuu! Tu-du-duuu.. Tu-duuu!"

I know the pianists are available in plenty. In fact I retired from playing the piano because so many other youths had already trained to near perfection, though not to my level. As for the bass guitar, I dont know, but I have left a void. I spent a lot of time convincing brothers and sisters-in-Christ to learn how to play the guitar but they all refused, claiming that it is tiresome and painful to the fingers, which is very true.

Have you now understood why you may be forced to hire a skilled guitarist every Sunday and especially when the band wins a contract of performing in a ceremony? If you think I am joking, wait and compare the quality of yesterday's music to that which you will hear next Sunday.

For the past two weeks, I have been showing Kitsao how to switch on the laptop, play music, type documents and shut it down. You wont have much trouble on that. As for the newly acquired mixer, Alfred is quite conversant with its operation- he always watched every time I touched a button. He will be responsible as the operator and in case he encounters a problem, he has my phone numbers.

The bride-to-be, Miss Peris Katana, whose wedding ceremony is scheduled to take place on 20th December, is also aware of my departure and she is not happy. If you get time, cool her down. Yesterday I appointed Walter Kazungu to take over my responsibilities. He will be the patron. I trust in his abilities so the petboys will not complain.

Mathias Randu will act as the youth choir master untill I come back. His voice is almost like mine. He is also aware that for a song to sound melodious, he must categorize the singers' voices into atleast four- soprano, alto, tenor and bass.
What else have I forgotten? Oooh... Yes! In the second Sunday of every month, I am usually the first preacher and program facilitator in third Sundays. You will forgive me because I forgot to hand over these roles to someone else. But dont blame me much, I am also a human being. Maybe I give you a suggestion. Just appoint Pendo (Gye Peshy).
All the announcements have always been made by myself because you, the church, gave me that duty. Thank you. Now that I am going, my assistants, Peterson and Alfred will take over. Even the chairman Mr. Bundi can do it.
Let me just stop there, but not without appreciating you. Thank you for the farewell you organized in my absence and implemented in my presence. I received a couple of presents from brethren that day, especially coins and notes. Let me just say it- the total amount was slightly above Ksh. 1,700. You are great people, God bless you abundantly!
Once I get to campus tomorrow morning, I shall always remember the many memorable moments we shared during my holiday. I will always pray to God that all of us stay alive and well until our next reunion- I dont know when!

Byeeeee....!!!