- Fare thee well to mom Ruth Nasambu. She was not only a mother, but her heart was a store of love, care, kind and the spirit of success. She was a warrior. No day she failed to push her son Ken never to give up.
- In high school, Ken the short formKennedy; schooled in three schools. Suwerwa, Koelel and Olejuado. However, education journey didn’t end there.
- ‘I hear mama’s voice’ – Nasikia Sauti ya Mama as his guide, he pursued Probation in college but as a probation officer, his childhood dream of becoming a journalist, never left him.
In Kabuchai Constituency, it’s a beautiful morning. Birds on twigs of trees are singing melancholy, to welcome a new day.
The repertoires of weaver birds around their nests are unavoidable. And that’s a simple sign of the birth and rebirth of a new literal day.
As a litera, literists never die. And if they die, their pens never run dry of ink and if they dry of ink, they were not literists. Am a literist.
I love literature not because it was forced unto me but born a literist, grew up in a literature environment, dress up in a literally style and live on literature.
To stand on a safer side of karma, I leave no day gloomy. I beautify it look like a pulchritudinous damsel. The goddess of beauty.
In the house of the late revered teacher Peter Wafula Buyela in Baraki, Bungoma Central, the late Mama Ruth Nasambu Makali delivered her lastborn child.
With joy and smiles in the house on Jan 6th 1964, the blessed lad was named Kennedy Waliaula Wafula.
What a name! The boy was loved indeed. Ask his sister Eunice Wafula or brother Patrick Wafula. They have a tale to tale even Arthur Wafula.
At a schooling age, he attended Teremi before his parents relocated to Tranzoia County, Kitale.
In a new vicinity, he was taken to St Joseph’s Kitale primary. But can a son of a teacher come last in class? Yes. Exams know profession. And a slippery ground recognises no king.
Fare thee well to mom Ruth Nasambu. She was not only a mother, but her heart was a store of love, care, kind and the spirit of success. She was a warrior. No day she failed to push her son Ken never to give up.
In high school, Ken the short formKennedy; schooled in three schools. Suwerwa, Koelel and Olejuado. However, education journey didn’t end there.
‘I hear mama’s voice’ – Nasikia Sauti ya Mama as his guide, he pursued Probation in college but as a probation officer, his childhood dream of becoming a journalist, never left him.
In The University of Nairobi, he pursued a Kiswahili and Literature which later on, furthered his education.
In Ohio State Columbus University in US, he pursued his MA in Comparative Cultural Studies completed 2006.
Later, PhDin the same Ohio State University. Have you ever heard that education has not end?
Professor Ken Walibora during his lifetime, worked as a teacher, probation officer, lecturer, writer and a journalist.
He worked as a journalist at Kenya Broadcasting Cooperation (KBC), Nation TV (NTV) Swahili news anchor, Taifa Leo Swahili Contributor and a host of Sema Nami show.
As a quality creme de la crème intelligentsia, worked as an Assistant Proffesor in African Languages at the University of Wisconsin, lecturer at Ohio State University and Senior Proffesor at Riara University and in Kibabii University.
As a simple, brilliant, elite, lover of African roots and Culture, Prof started writing as a youth. While working as a probation officer, his first novel was published. Siku Njema (A Good Day.)
The novel, worn hearts of many readers after it got preferred as a national high school set book. Rumours has it that, his was also examined his own novel when schooling at the University of Nairobi.
Furthermore, professor published other 40+ books in total before his death. His novel Kidagaa Kimemwozea was also published and set as a setbook for High School students.
While working as a contributor on Taifa Leo Newspaper, Prof. Ken Walibora solved many witty questions surrounding Swahili language and uses.
Just like the late Sheikh Shaaban Roberts of Tanzania, that’s how Walibora was to Kenyans and outside world to those he met.
He lived as if he’ll never live. In literature cadre, he left admirable imprints. Readers don’t die. May death one day die? Who knew Eneobunge noun in English is called constituency? He coined the word.
He lived a simple life. Fancied traditional meals and veges. Listened much than talking. His massive speaker was a pen. The mighty one. The son of a teacher.
Until his demise caused by a road accident, Professor was working at Riara University, married to Ann Chebet and a father to Sheila Zawadi and Katila Samba. Long live the son of the soil.
Why rob us our loved ones?
Why leave us desolate?
Why hurt us day and night?
Death, I look forward to attend your funeral
You’ve made innocent souls orphans,
You’ve left many in stress and coma,
You’ve caused mental illness to many
Death, why don’t you tell us what you want?
Death, widows cry
Clergies hate you
Here scribes write about you,
Death, we still mourn Prof. Walibora