Dennis Webala

  Life is a journey, not a destination. I wrote a descriptive article praising someone who wasn't mine by any description. Since my fallout with Phoebe Walukhu , I never thought I would ever find someone who could give me unconditional love the way she did. I was outrightly wrong. Joan Simiyu perfectly replaced Phoebe, and sealed the love injuries that I was inflicted with on the previous relationship. Joan and I became acquainted on January 08th 2023. It coincided with the second birthday of my beloved boy Liam Kerre . What started as a joke, later blossomed into frequent conversations and lovely exchanges. The scion of the Bameme clan, bukusu subtribe had finally found a lovely, lively ever smiling progeny of the Bayumbu clan, tachoni subtribe. Love makes more sense when it falls to the rightful pair. A lady who hails from the outskirts of Webuye, a village called Kakimayi, had won the heart of a man who resistingly was thinking much of his other love life, gone sour.

While his mother had the privilege of choosing the name Liam, the surname was reserved for me and I had to name after my grandfather whose name was Vincent Kerre. Just as his father who was named after his paternal great grandfather Webala, Liam was named after his paternal great grandfather Kerre. The name Liam had been ratified by both of us, after his mother proposed the name and after going through popular baby names in the United States in 2021, Liam topped the list. I hadn’t planned to name him after my grandfather Kerre, but the instinct of doing so occurred at the time when the hospital birth registry demanded that we submit the child’s name. My wife Phoebe and I had not discussed about the surname Kerre, but she finally obliged my proposal. Back to the Roots My grandfather Vincent Kerre was born in 1917 to the Late Webala Murandafu of the bameme clan and a luo woman named Silonyo . Kerre died on 21/10/1993 at the age of 76 years in a grisly road accident near Kimilili town.

Dear Phoebe, As we celebrate the first anniversary of our dearest son, we should always cherish the good times together.  The first ever best gift we successfully managed to reward ourselves is our little Liam. A product of two loved ones that can’t be easily wished away. I know my darling will be in a position to give our scion a befitting birthday observance. How I wish I were around to be part of a momentous occasion in which we reflect our struggles to beat all the odds, ranging from the numerous walks to Dr Wamalwa’s clinic to Kitale referral hospital all the way to  Dr Kasembeli’s Galillee Hospital where you endured all the pain to bring joy to our family. Recall how you got used to baked clay and thorn melon? Currently, we complete the circuit when we are three. None of us feels good when he or she gets disconnected from the other.  There comes our pride, making it a necessity for us to appreciate each other, despite some of our varied disadvantages. We are two in one – the thir