Vision Belief and Action
By Vincent Muliwa Kituku
Sunday, January 20, 2008 1:59 AM PST
They say a picture is worth 1,000 words; one photo with four of my high school classmates in 1978 speaks volumes. I have cried for years whenever I see that photo.
Dec. 7 about 29 years since that photo was taken, was my first time to attempt telling the story of that photo.
It isn’t easy to write this piece. My inspiration to do so comes from the knowledge that untold story can be a constant source of agony.
When we don’t tell a story we deny our fellow travelers an opportunity to acquire an aspect of life that might be all they need to reach their stars.
We were in Form IV (high school seniors) students of Tala High School in Kenya — the place I consider my utmost steppingstone for not only academic endeavors but also where personal awareness and application of life lessons were lived.
We learned the meaning of hard work, nourished relationships and humanity actions that ensure what materialism has never provided. We learned the spirit of kwiminia a stronger word for unrelenting determination.
Not every student in Form IV was guaranteed admission to the next level. Over 80 precent of the students never made it.
The struggles to achieve the required grades for admission in what was called Advanced Level, a two year school before another exterminating exam that only a few (less than five percent managed to pass and get admitted at the University, were phenomenal.
Our academic challenges at Tala High were confounded with the fact that we had to perform adult responsibilities.
We lived in rented apartments. Sometime up to six students shared a one room apartment. We advised ourselves on when to study. We fetched water, shopped for our food, hand-washed our clothes, cooked our meals and managed the meager budget from what little our parents gave us for survival.
We had been studying as a group of five buddies when another student with a camera stopped by. We seized the moment and wanted memorial photos taken.
One of us said we should point at the direction of Nairobi University. That was our vision. That is why we were hitting books.
We kneeled down, each on one knee. We all faced the direction of Nairobi University with the exception of one student who did not point at the direction of Nairobi. The rest of us did.
That hurts me to this day.
He was the only one, out of the five, not to achieve the required grades for the next level.
Three of us eventually lived our vision. The fourth friend who pointed with us passed the exams with flying colors but decided to get employed and help his family.
The student who didn’t point was a close friend of mine. We had been together in Primary School. After I noticed that he had not pointed at our ultimate goal, I asked him, “why?” He said something that indicated he didn’t believe he could make it.
That left me with the burden of figuring what had gone wrong. He had been an academic giant. I had struggled my entire elementary school years, spending SIX years in three grades.
His performance in the high school entrance exam was superior. But four years later, he had lost the fire that comes with self belief.
What’s your vision? Do you believe in your capability? If you don’t, then know you don’t have a vision. And it is written, “Without a vision, people perish.”
A vision cushioned by self-self inspires creativity that is never limited by available resources and fuels determination that knows no boundaries.
Special note: What made this story hard to tell is that my friend, who did not point at the direction of Nairobi University died shortly after I left Kenya in 1986.
Another friend who had been the closed to me—we went to the same A-Level school and attended the Nairobi University together and graduated the same day, died in 1987.
