In this village-Chehe, a small settlement after demarcation at the foot of Kîrînyaga, the sheer remains of the brutal freedom struggles. At dawn of its many memorable days, dawn of a night that even night owls fear to shout their feared hoots, dawn of those nights the dew sticks frozen to the long blades of Nyeki ya Nyakînyoro, only a brave rooster crowed to welcome this child. And to this world he was born, to life he was strewn. And he grew enthusiastic of life, yearning her to learn and yawning when there is a concern. As the day wore and his kinsfolk learnt of a new addition, five ululations were shrieked and echoed all over the valleys, to announce a baby boy has been brought forth, and they named him as per the tribe’s traditions, Mwanîki wa Mûriûki.

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