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OH, BOY!

I still hold on to the believe that it's still premature to call for a fundraising, especially from alumni. Most of them are still students somewhere or still struggling first to make their own ends meet.

A big number of Ebenezer graduates graduated with grades that were quite fine but not strong enough to steer them directly to campus, and so they went to colleges. This means that they took roughly 3 or so years to graduate. Since in Kenya there's no guarantee that a Diploma will land you a good job, these same alumni decided to pursue education further and enrolled for degree programmes. And this I'm certain is the path that many of us have taken.

So assuming that you graduated from Ebe in 2004 and let's assume you joined a College in Sept. 2005, you might probably have graduated in 2008 with a Diploma and joined Campus in 2009 or later. That means now you're either in fourth year or so of your degree! Mind you, this is somebody who graduated in 2004! So how about those who graduated in 2006, 2007, 2008 and henceforth?? Bado wanategemea mzazi bwana!!!

Now do the Math and you will find that there's little, if not nothing that you can grant to Ebenezer as of now - unless you were lucky to get a job or your kinsmen are (were) a bit well off.

...And speaking of well-off, this seems to me the reason why majority of Ebenezer folks are not attending those meetings, not because of ill-will but because they fear the natural embarrassments.

I mean how will you feel having walked all the way to venue, only to notice that some 'blessed' classmates of yours, not only drive; not only fuel; but also own those guzzlers only associated with Chris Kirubi na Maina Kageni??
I rest my case.

I am Socrates Kangogo Murenoni
(2004-2007)


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