May 11, 2023 2 Min Read
Most people's earliest memories are of happy, profound childhood experiences. But the earliest memory of the eccentric man seated next to me is the stuff of nightmares.
"Mum, why aren't you talking?" enquired the precocious toddler when he discovered his mother lying in bed. He tried to wake her up and even suckled her, unaware that she was dead. She had become ill earlier in the day while assisting people in plowing their shambas. And had gone to lie down for a few minutes. She would never wake up. Kassanga, her youngest child, would be the one to discover her death. When his father died two years later, the young boy finally understood what it meant to die.
You weren't coming back once you were gone. And he had to mature quickly. The little boy now had only his 10-year-old sister to look after him.
The orphaned child had a difficult life. His job was to work in his boss's garden. He was later 'promoted' to come to Nairobi and care for the family's children. He did not attend school until he was 17, when he could afford evening classes on his own.
All of that struggle, however, is now a distant memory. He is a picture of health and wealth, with a heavy build and a hearty demeanor, dressed sharply in a well-pressed blue suit.
Many others would consider him successful as well. Aside from his hardworking music career, he has his fingers in a variety of other pies.
We're sitting in one of his five music stores. The peach-colored walls are adorned with various musical instruments. His wife Anne runs the shops, and two of his sons are currently working behind the counters. He also runs a music academy. His daughter also runs a music studio. He boasts that his studio has recorded hits by musical heavyweights.
The content we post here are for knowldge or reason only. Please contact us if we posted incorrect info or copyright infringement! info@homekazi.co.ke