The night has fallen of upon the day. The earth’s arc of justice has divorced the heavens at the horizon. A valley has dug deep into the souls of the wise. A wise man, an African Socrates has vanished into the clouds. The David’s sling of justice has swirled towards a wrong direction and has landed on a wrong forehead. The curtains that blankets wisdom has rolled down on a soul so dear.

Mr. President, Mwalimu Florence Doghana, The African Socrates, The philosopher, the father of books and the guardian of knowledge, the custodian of Queens’s language, and the man with a light oratory tongue etched on a persuasive rhetoric voice. An icon of humility and another ardent believer in justice is today, lying helplessly inside the stinking basket of death!

Well, like a man shaped in the boldness of fatherhood I should have held my tears, but even if I do, they will never quench my thirst. My heart is bleeding with heretic questions, but the man I eulogize today was a God’s instrument who spoke the voice of the oppressed. Doghana, a disciple of Martin Luther Kings’ Christ, has been fished out of the temporary immortality of man.

I came to know of him when fate admitted me to Moi University. Young and willing to explore, I was fast in my attempts to identify with the university “head boy”. And so, on the second day after my admission while on an errand to acclimate myself with university paths, I saw the fable President. His head stood almost 6 feet four above his heels as he carefully made his steps towards the entrance to students’ centre. He was a simple man. He appeared meek and feeble until he stopped to address our anxious ears.

His greeting was a speech, an impromptu speech to freshmen who were anxious and hungry for social identity. He had his own way of sinking words into the souls of his audience. Normally, such platforms are characterized by unruly boys, some so impatient even to listen to themselves but Mr. President had his own way. He constantly referred to us as “children of God” and when he finally walked away from us, we were indeed convinced that our confusion was just for a time. “We would soon overcome”.

He was the people’s president indeed and my love for words would not allow me to be so far from him. From the very day I met him, I became a secret disciple of this Main Campus savior. I would attend any meeting that he was rumored to be part. His eloquence reminded me of Luther Kings. Like in any political ecosystem, he had his critics too, but they lasted just as long as he was willing to be silent. Once he raised his eyebrows to widen his mouth to spit words, lions would choose vegetables over antelopes. Though he was soft spoken, in his mind boiled a pot of insolence whose moisture could not spare the unjust.

The Doghana I knew was extremely difficult to offend but extremely easy to defend. Mr. President was almost a hermit. He had a lovely engagement with books, I mean good books. Often he would be barricaded within his rooms munching knowledge and suffocating himself in philosophy. This was a trait that earned him a few enemies.

A misunderstanding cropped in his council as the president of the union. Perceived to be quiescent, Mr. President always struggled not to be. His insolence and ebullience gave him a contradicting look. A possible cause for the disintegration within a council that harbored men and women of classified integrity. And on we matured in campus with Doghana as our president. Personally I held Doghana as a role model to my political aspirations in campus. And when his council was dissolved after being the longest serving chairman, Doghana left a champion. He had his failures but his strengths were much more conspicuous than his human errors.

After trailing his roots secretly to a point of maturity, my time to salvage him from the jaws of injustice came when he staged war with some egocentric woman in some department in the administration. I ardently and with all my knowledge stood by his view and when he finally exited after expulsion, Doghana was once again a darling to many who remained keen on his track.

That was a time with this great man, a teacher by both confession and profession. He was easy to admire but hard to understand. And when death finally talked to him, he turned against longevity that was my wish for him.

Mwalimu is dead. The grass will never know, the sea will never realize neither will the beast of the wilderness grin, but he has left an indelible mark upon the air. Silently, he has accepted the invitation to the council of heavens. Go well Mwalimu. Find peace as you sail past the sea of clouds. And as you enter the chariots, drop your rob for me, my African Socrates. Find shelter under the shade that Obillo Kobilo has built and when we finally meet, I will spend at your place before my own judgment day.

Go well brother.




Ebola is known to have spread from animals to humans according to the current research. It was recently presented in a new study as having originated from fruit eating bats to humans .It is one public heath catastrophe that has already cost more than 8,000 lives in West Africa ,let alone billion of us dollars that have been spent on the disease. New findings released recently during the Christmas season in the EMBO Molecular Medicine Journal reveal that the Ebola virus may have passed into its first human victim (a child) in Guinea from a small insect eating bat .

Other studies done in the past have also tried to look into the origin of the Ebola virus but have ended up with almost the same explanation.While this may appear like a subject for ongoing research, it still raises serious questions like; How safe are we with domestic and wild animals that are close to us?

What does the future hold in terms of health research and prevention for high risk counties, where bats and other animals are known to transmit viral diseases to humans are so prevalent?



This is for my people who just lost somebody…put your hand way up high, we will never say goodbye. Mariah Carey’s hit song kept playing on my mind when I learnt of the death of our able president, the 26th MUSO chairperson, Florence Doghana PHD as he is known by many. It was hard to believe that Doghana transformed to that stale state where he could no longer smile nor utter the philosophies he believed in during his time. Reality has finally sunk home, he is really gone.

It is hard mourning the likes of Doghana. The shock of such a young soul and promising young man being promoted to glory makes it harder mourning Doghana. My community uses dirges in such scenarios. No tears are witnessed. I will not weep for Doghana himself never wept when giving his last respect to a fallen comrade. He could stand still next to the corpse make a gaze into the skies and utter the luo word ochame which directly translates to ‘it has eaten him”. I will use the same words; probably add a few more to it. Ker wa gini ochami (our president this thing has eaten you).

Let’s take the opportunity to reflect on the time we shared with the late. Death’s ugly head has made our beloved institution its frequent destination.

Questions have been asked yet with no response. His mastery of speech was admired by many. We concede that he was a great orator.

It will also go to the analogies of history that their once lived a student leader from Moi who used the term president to refer to himself. He stands as the only MUSO chair known to me to have clung on the tittle ‘Mr President’. He used the title during university official functions in the presence of the vice chancellor, the powerful chief academic officer, Prof Ole Karei (God rest his soul) and the chief administrator Prof Sang’. Those saw him remember his Agba clad.

I will live to admire your humility. I will not forget your last function at the student centre when you came back to dissolve your government. To me it seems like it was yesterday. Your handing over to the then SEC chair, the late chief Obilo Kobilo. It hurts to see you people dead. It hurts most for parents to bury their sons. As Franco puts it in his track Kimpa Kisangameni the sorcerers are here, they will kill all of us and there will be no one left to burry our parents.

As you go Mr President, know your parting has left a void. Your time seem to be too brief. I pray we do not lengthen it now with undue grief. Hurry home for you took His hand when He called you. Take our greetings to Chief Obilo, our dear sister Charity among other fallen comrades. Until we meet again, FARE THEE WELL MR.PRESIDENT.



The activity stated above commenced on 9th March, 2015 and comrades came out in large numbers to donate blood to help save a life somewhere across the nation. As the evening hour came more and more comrades filed in to do the noble task. Day two– 10th March, 2015 of this activity dawned and comrades responded positively. The activity has been scheduled to take place up to Friday this week.

In our quest to gather information about the activity, we interviewed Rolex Riziki who was in charge of the weighing machine

explained to us that for one to donate blood he/she should be weighing at least 50Kgs and above. He also considered that the ‘under weights’ that is those weighing 49Kgs and below should not donate their blood since it would cause them more harm than good. The problems they are likely to encounter include; interference with their blood system, they may obtain healthdisorders like chronic anemia, may experience dizziness and/or collapse and lastly the activity may affect the individual’s stability.

One of the nurses also confirmed to us that, after the collection of the blood samples, they are stored in the blood tanks where screening of the samples is done, thereafter they deliver the screened samples to the

hospitals. It is to their challenge that many people accuse them of selling out blood that is freely given. In their defense, the team

denied that it is not the case as they-The Red Cross Team- do their part then dispatch the samples freely. In addition to that, they also highlighted some of the challenges that they experience, they include; little or no support from the government in terms of funds and resources, working past recommended hours and travelling long distances to offer their services.

Comrades had different views . While some volunteered to donate blood and left enthusiastically others did not. They

expressed their views in such ways as; fear of the syringe while other could simply not stand donating blood. The fear of losingconsciousness and general weakness. Some of the interviews pointed out that some

comrade fear since they are not certain of their health status.

The activity will go on until Friday this week. Meanwhile comrades are being urged to voluntarily donate blood to save life.



Charity Muthoni Maina born on 19/09/1992, was a last born daughter of Eunice Muthoni and the late Peter Maina Ndegwa. A sister to Esther Wangari, Jane Wanjiku and Joseph Ndegwa. She was a student at Moi University from the School of Arts and Social Sciences where she was pursuing Bachelor of Education, English Literature.

Charity encountered her demise on 22nd Feb 2015 on her way to her residential estate from the library at night, where she was raped and murdered by unknown muggers. Herbody was then dumped near a thicket a distance to her residence. She was laid to rest last Saturday on 28th Feb 2015 at her home place at LaikipiaCounty in NgaruaKinamba.

The farewell party was attended by significant signatories including;Othaya MP, Laikipia county women representative, Dean of students Dr. J.S Ayieko, Assistant Dean Mr. Awino,MUSO officials including the Muso Chair, Security and Accommodation Director and the Academics Director, BAE Chair, MUSASS Chair. Moreover, the student fraternity was well represented by a fleet of three buses in consoling the family and friends for the sendoff of the late.A bereavement atmosphere filled the homestead for loosing such a humble and God fearing lady.

Her cousin, who read the eulogy, could not control herself as she shared the moments they had             together.“We knew Charity as a very good cousin who was God fearing and we could go to her for encouragement whenever we were discouraged. I always remember her singing her favorite song“Kijito cha Utakaso” by Beatrice Muhone.” The late was known to be a lady who was cool, respectable, loveable, loving, social, and very strong in her faith and a singer.

Laikipia County Women Representative, who passed her condolences said they had lost a great heroin as a county. She further added that security begins with us so that we can extend it to other people. In addition to that, Dean of students Dr. Ayieko was quoted saying that the university is still mourning the loss it has encountered. He also added that hostels were few to accommodate all students andhe wished hostels were there to accommodate each student for there could be no such loss. The MUSO Chair also passed his commiserations to the family and friends of the departed.

The passing away of our late sister has left a great gap to Moi University Christian union since she was an usher and Moi university fraternity at large. It is with deep sorrow that we are passing our condolences to the family and friends of the late Charity Muthoni. We loved you and you will forever be in our hearts till we meet again. May the Almighty rest your soul in eternal peace.

R.I.P Charity.



Setting your feet to this well-known institution that is the mother of most scholars both those in progress and the alumni too, Moi University, one is welcomed by a live line up of trees along the tarmac road and a cold breeze of fresh air. Well, this gives an ideology that campus got the best healthy environment but is it logic? Is it always a reality that what we believe is what we get?

This is where congestion of every sort emanates. The so called best transport system in the area-the noisy systems’ engines ever catching the attention of many. The busy thwarting noisy façade of the business centre giving the well-off individuals a reason to never fall for the idea of shopping in this sullied and jammed markets. Imagine buying fish where dust is one of the added nutrients in it? Are we pigs or human beings? ‘Germs are not aware’ this is the slogan of many in a way of consoling themselves in accordance to the health. Does that really apply? Are we installing diseases into our ‘concocted’ bodies? Hah! May be we are going ‘digital’-our bodies acting like machines ever with breakdowns whenever a problem erupts.

The so called hostels welcome the scholars in an unusual way. Exactly; the resemblance of the cozy and comfy bedding exhibited in the online booking system. Is this the so called the superb lifestyle in the university? Is this the so called a place where one could just make his dream come true with the noisy, congested and wicked surrounding? The malodorous reek of the lavatories could barely psyche one to breathe. The corridors more of encouraging embracing as two comrades walk through. Is this the stress free life we had been yearning for? A squeezed room; double-decker bed with two chairs and two wardrobes. Imagine sending your friends out for you to dress! If this is what survivals for the fittest, then endure.

Night falls. Stillness and peace in this institution is past tense. Music and raucous fusses of the drunkards; stealing the calmness of the vicinity. Is this a practice zone for that? Is it a breeding ground for the immoral activities? The attires- gapes the mouths. The hairdressing styles-widen the eyes almost popping out. Is the same dress code applied at home? Are we going bogus and ersatz? Where is our sanity? Where is our sense of belonging to our so called traditional norms and standards?

Who will answer all the quizzes we have engraved within us for so long? Who is our next savior? All the same, we are the ones who create the problems. So, are we to solve them too?



What do you understand by the term integrity? How transparent are you in your work? Well, Moi University was fortunate to have the Launching of the Integrity movement club that aims at bringing up integrity students’ in the society. The movements’ major objectives are character building, promoting patriotism among the youth, encouraging the youths to be self directed, focused and responsible and enhancing student’s knowledge of ethics and integrity. The event was flowered by dignitaries including; senior assistant dean of studies, Mr. Awino, the legal officer North rift region, Mr. Richard Maina, Ethics and Anti- corruption commission, Mr. Isaiah Mwongela, programme coordinator transparency international, Mr. Omondi Juma The chairperson of MUSO and his crew among other distinguished associations executives, Boris Caleb Main as a pioneer of the movement and the student fraternity who attended the occasion. The school band greatly entertained the audience.

The event had been sponsored by the MUSO under the office of the secretary general, Mr. Safari. The message was clear and precise on upholding integrity as young scholars and Kenyan youths. The Dean of students, Mr. Awino, was the icebreaker. He touched on some issues regarding integrity before welcoming the facilitators. He also pledged his support in his capacity. He urged all students to join forces and fight corruption in all capacities; he also said that beaurocracy is among the main problems that initiate corruption. Furthermore he posed that students should come up with various ways and ideas to initiate better processes of curbing this pandemic in the institution. In addition to that he called for collective responsibility from students and leaders’ .The association should be in the fore front to establish integrity.

Mr. Richard together with Mr. Isaiah encouraged students to practice integrity in all circumstances. Mr. Richard shared his experience of his once suspension while he was a student in this particular institution and he learnt a great lesson out of it. He mentioned some instances in which students involve themselves in corruption e.g. through exam cheating. Furthermore, he highlighted the transparency in clubs and student leaders’ elections. Mr. Richard Maina has been a role model to many Kenyans as he has not been involved in any corruption cases. He was even ready to be detained because he did not want to bribe the traffic police.

As The Legacy Club, we had the privilege to interview the dignitaries from the Ethics and Anti-Corruption Commission (EACC) and the Transparency International (TI). Some of the questions that we posed included; how committed they are in establishing a corruption free state. The EACC representative promptly answered that they have several programmes which runs from primary schools to tertiary level, whereby they target youths with the aim of instilling integrity from the grassroots.

They promised to have a follow up on the movement and to support it in various ways including, holding seminars and workshops, and having annual reports. Although the event focused on students they also promised to conduct a seminar with the staffs and non-staff of Moi University so as to eliminate corruption cases and instill integrity in Moi fraternity.In conclusion, they urged all individuals to take responsibility in order to better our nation and social living.

KenyaTukomeshe ufisadi, tujenge Kenya’.