For so long Nakamagambo had been known for its speciality in academic growth...Education was the key...it had made this place a better place to be...each and every adversery had wanted their child to go to school...mama maziri was not left on the deal ...she had struggled hard to take maziri her daughter to school...maziri on the other side could not disregard this effort...she tirelessly set the best foot forward despite the demise of her daddy....at an age of 14 ,she was already done with her high school studies where she gave the best and was ready to proceed to the university of havard...she could have been among the few young people in her village to fly....how meticulous this could be...very few people took this fact seriously..."how can this people who live by luck fly abroad...it's a bear lie" mzee walupe could be heard contemplating..he had for so long believed that no one else could be as prosperous as him
on maziri's side , she absolutely knew that Nakamagambo needed tremendous change...from her point of understanding Nakamagambo had not yet flourished .... mama maziri on the other side was overwhelmed with "will my daughter be like other young people who get entangled into the western system and fail to think of what they are chasing?"Though tears of Joy kept on streaming down .....she was worried of the many ugly things that happen to young Africans who find there way abroad.remminiscense of students who died on the basis of racial segregation kept own disturbing her......This night just like any other but a little more unique, Maziri could not have a nap...all her thoughts were centered on the other day ...the day when she would officially take a flight to the United kingdom,,,,she could not wait to land in the great London..... everything had been put in place for the day... morning came earlier than before...the overwhelmed maziri was clad in her gorgeous apparels ....the family pastor came to shower her with blessings before her departure...mama maziri was the happiest woman thatmorning mzee walupe and other villagers who were gathered outside could not believe their eyes....Mr walupe kept on insisting that maziri would end up being a pauper like her predicessors....all in all the deal was sealed....after long session of advices,emotions and encouragements...she set on for the long unfortold journey.....this morning the long towers of the jomo Kenyatta international airport that stood tall and proud in the streets of kisumu town....there glassy walls shimmering in the early morning glamour...they were arguably the tallest and the most magnificent buildings in the city..their majestic splendour seemed to spread to the well manicured lawn,the posh flower garden down the marble statues that guarded the entrance making the adjacent buildings pale in comparison....."so delightful" Maziri's seraphic voice snapped each kin from their reverie as they walked towards the port with an aura of legends.they were totally ensnared.... Maziri's tremendous beauty was loud..she wore a delectable dress that perfectly fitted her...