JAMES PLOTI

 Completed 1 step Birth of James PLOTI Chapter Two: The Boy Called FORD On the slopes of Mt Kenya, the mornings came cold and the evenings came early. Mist rolled down from the mountain and settled over the small farms like a heavy blanket. In those mornings James learned the first lesson of his life. Nobody had ever taught it to him in a classroom. He learned it from watching his parents dig, plant, pray and wait for rain that sometimes never came. The lesson was simple. Laziness, slow thinking and fear will lead you into a dark cave of poverty. Once you are in, the way out is long and steep, like the path up the mountain itself. The family had little. Supper was sometimes a plate of githeri shared among three children, and sometimes only strong tea without milk. Still, the homestead was full of life, and most of it came from the three children. Janet was the eldest. She was more of a young mother than a big sister. She woke before everyone else to light the fire, fetch water and ...

  Completed 1 step The Seedling Boy: Chapter One James Ploti came from soil. He was born in the green hills of Kirinyaga, where Mount Kenya watches over the farms in the early morning. His father and mother were peasant farmers. They owned little land, but they knew how to make it grow. Every morning, before the mist lifted from the valleys, they knelt in their small nursery beds and raised vegetable seedlings: sukuma wiki, cabbages, tomatoes, and onions. They tied them in bundles with banana fibre and sold them to farmers who came looking for something to plant. James grew up among those seedlings. He learned early that something small, cared for patiently, can feed a whole family. When James was still young, his father got a temporary job as a cook at Kirinyaga Technical College. It was not much, but it was steady. Each evening he came home smelling of firewood and githeri, and he told stories about students who carried books and talked about engineering, accounts, and computers....