Biography of Joub kahuria
Born on the 27th day of February 1989 deep in the heart of Nyeri Kenya, third born in a family of five kids. Grew up in the shanties of Korogocho, where death of a loved is so common due to the negative influences in the sorrounding, social evils were daily updates from gang raping to mob justice the strrt only prepare us to become future law breakers.
Joined Baptist nursery school in the year 1993, Mum and Dad were doing business, mama was selling at the local market Dad job was a local merchant. Lived in a perfect family until the day DAD was caught and imprisoned for three years. That was a defining moment my older brother was diagnosed with meningitis it drained mamas savings she could afford four kids on her own.
We were taken back to shagz(up country) me and my big sister and there we stayed for one and half years.this was the first painful experience i had from mamas hands to people who never cared.
Dad was released the year 1997 twas good to have Dad back it seemed like thing will get back to normal, but it was short lived, the kids that were back then were now grown, my big brother had begun peddling marijuana, mama was busy with the new born brother. By the year 2000 things were really not looking good.
I lived an independent life, i was not the centre of attraction mama had to fight with my two elder sibling and take care of my other two younger sibling... hahaha i was free. The year 2003 was awesome felt my first crush twas great but so short and there i made so many enemies, iwas 14 and was taking weed, me and ma guys. Thug life was now a vision my big brother had an illegal gun. Iloved his cladding from the CAT labelled foot wear up to new shirts and decent pants. the same year, we were blest the same month ma big bro and siz each had a son, she was 17 and he was 21. life had taken us deep in its waters there was no turning back....mama was stressed this was not what she wanted for her kids Dad was passive but we found him cool. hanging around him was awesome not like other Dads out there.who beat up their wives passionately like a deadline.
Mama used to (she still) wake up early and do her devotions... thats good i thought, but i didnt understand why or where on earth did she get that passion. sunday school was must and so was formal school.
on the other hand i was not the kinda kid who listens and does as instructed, i've always loved ma own way..like in ma sweet teen years had a crush, and i dont know why but i could not get home earlier than 10pm. That was messin up me and Papa.i loved every thing that went up to late hours iwas passionately disobedient.
At the age of 15 iwas on marijuana, the bouncy feeling of excitement was all i wanted. The future was there and i was living it.. i mean there was nothing better than sharing a joke with no humour and still have guys breaking their ribs with uncensored laughter. there was nothin fun than doing drugs n having gals around without getting caught.
Growing up in a shanty was a like more than i wanted, twas like God had priviledged me to be revolutionarist... and yes i became one.. i loved good people but was living a bad life, loved reading but weird kinda book, novels and watching horror movies. the funny thing is that i never grew to be an addict i took drugs when i wanted to...but i could the effect starting with loss of memory; WAS IN class once, after an exciting english lesson the bell had rung and the tutor was leaving, she had left a quiz so opened ma locker to get a quiz book or something to ma shock i could not remember the lesson tha had just ended! ! ! ! . i tried to focus ma mind but nothing came i felt crying for ma self.
Music was and still is part of ma life, loved underground hiphop gurus. immortal teknik was ma best 2pac was the legend and N.a.s was the present king.ma life revolved around these three guys and was inspired to do wat they do from music to gals to violence. peace was just a word ma way was what i grabbed. i spent three years fighting truth that rung in ma ears that some one has good plans for me, plans to give me a hope and a future... i thought that was meant for those who didnt know themselves... i thought i knew ma self.My big bro was ma role model i knew that i could do anything he did...he turned out to be a thug and there i was aiming to step right after him when A chance would show up.illegal weapons became part of routine keeping em under cover and producing em when asked to.... God didnt exist and if he did i was against him and that plan of A good future, for where i lived guns were the only plan of a good today.
I rebelled in school, got involved in minor strikes, burnt the school notice board, just did every thing that would make a good story to the journalism club.... i still marvel at the kinda courage i had to burn the school notice board and present the news as a journalist during assembly..
Loved going to church and was even called to read scriptures every sunday papa and mama were evangelists so i was required to be helping in one way or another.In 2005, TWO DAYS AFTER i joined high school mama n papa separated that was a huge blow even though i was a revolutionarist.. so hell broke when some stood with mama and some with papa. i chose the middle ground... was living with papa but mama paid ma school fees. twas kool at first but things started happening me and papa were always in cold wars... going for days without a word of mouth, wriiting letters to confirm things or ask for something, that was bad.
On ma final year 2008, i went to live with papa in Eldoret where he had relocated and i thought it was a good idea to get away from ma hood and give sometime for academic improvement.. oooh tha was a good reason, but hey, i had not changed, was still the same vulture in a another land. and i kept on messing ma life..hated the life that i was living but there was no way out. for three months we didnt exchange a word with papa and if we did twas a diss.two months in cold war with papa ma big brother was murdered, papa did nothing about anything not a consolation, and to my surprise he was like confirming a prophesy... that was the end of me and papa.. i knew i would never forgive him for that.... i was rejected by papa, mama was miles away with no shoulder to lean on...still i would not break, thought i could get ma way out.
on the night of 19th jan 2009 i had just come from ma sinning spree and a conviction gave ma mind no space i had to make a choice of either be miserable alone or be miserable with God. i did the sinners prayer all alone and committed a future i knew nothing about to GOD.
WOW! i was saved but i still hated papa n still wanted to revenge ma brother's death.... one morning i read from the revelation ' you are neither hot nor cold.....since you are neither hot nor cold i will spit you out' and that catapulted me to be more responsible with ma dealings with God.
His ways are not like our ways and neither is his thought like ours... i've come to learn more and more about his plan for ma future....he has taught me through Jesus that to be forgiven i must forgive, to be loved i must first love the unlovable... to withdraw trust i should deposit more trust...and revenge belongs to the LORD. I've learned that the blood of Jesus is the only way out of a sinful life that through that one blood am connected to the King of kings....for there is one body and one spirit just as you have been called to one glorious hope for the future, there is one Lord one faith one baptism and one God and Father, who is over all and in all and living through all.
Its 4 years now and that blood has always covered me...fought ma battles and declared me more than a CONQUEROR. That blood has pulled me from the dunghill...and am convicted that through that blood of JESUS CHRIST ALL WILL BE SAVED...... I DONT KNOW where i could have BEEN TODAY probably dead or in the most wanted list..or even married in the street kinda way a sixteen year old marrying a fifteen year old...... but this i know that he's got good plans for me and you....there's only one way to access the goodness only to those who believe...THROUGH the blood ONE BLOOD the blood of JESUS....
Wow through all these God has been faithfull to me my big siz got saved the following year after i got saved, ma younger siblings are growing up in the fear of God and we are teaching em to embrace virtues based on God's standards. tis ma hope that i will see them becoming great men they are purposed to be.
I have had much more hurts i have made mistakes i have been disappointed but God have always held me together. am not yet done better days are before me not behind me........ last year we started a group that goes out to high schools and promote positive living we purpose to continue the same year reaching out to the hurting those in despair and be that hand that supports and make em smile again..... WATCH OUT! ! ! !
I WISH I COULD WRITE every thing the blood cleansed me from, miracles i have seen God doing and the freedom i have through him that strengthens me.. no word can explain but i will let it be known that.........
THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB SAVED MA SOUL
Joub kahuria Poems
You are an angel, near but far, like a sweet dream i dont want to wake up, just like a stream, whose source am yet to know. You are click away and am glued on to the board.
Dear mama Africa you are number one. Clothed in attires so rich and black, Mother of all mothers yes you are. i have one question and it sounds absurd.
Black shoes, black suits, black sandals black you,
Heart In A Race
Heart beating so fast, blood running like a flood, many questions i wanna ask, one answer they all have.
No Where To Run
From cigar's sons to heroine' blood stream fueled by ethene. Bhang, khat are daily meals. If drugs wont kill me the girls will.
A day you were born another day you could talk away you crawled and later you walked. The roughest peaks you did sit on. The challenges of life you came on top.
Help the poor, they are my family, nurse the sick t'will bring back sanity, Hear the cry of those robbed of their dignity. save a child from hunger t'is tomorrow's personality.
In The Grave
There lies a treasure chest, awaiting to be discovered, deep down hidden, yea, its all covered, Will you get there and dig out? six feet under, there in the grave not in a lost island.
so much to learn, much more to discern, so much to find, much more to hide, so much to see and much to flee, so much i know much more i don't know.
A day you were born another day you could talk
away you crawled and later you walked.
The roughest peaks you did sit on.
The challenges of life you came on top.
When you were lonely i was your date,
when hope was less we hopped to the end,
when tears were near you didn't pretend,
when you felt joy, you laughed your best.