So Friday started just like any other day. I had an event to cover and as always I was happy because it’s only in the field where a journalist’s light shines the brightest.
We were going to cover a graduation Ceremony for the Kenya Institute of Special Education, so we got there covered the event and as always we had to do a presser with the guests of honour. I don’t know what happened but that turned out to be one of those days I am not proud of.
I can’t explain if it was as a result of the aura coming from the guest, but I literally shook in my shoes. Well I composed myself, asked a few questions making sure not to let ‘Journalist Ego’ and we later proceeded to the dining area. Now this is where the mayhem started….
So I walk into the room and there are knives, forks big spoons the kind used in 5-star hotels. I sit down, look around and the first question that comes to mind is “how am I supposed to fit this spoon in my mouth?” Everyone is busy eating their food quietly using these objects that are scaring me off not because I not seen them before, but partly because I have no Idea how to use them.
The thing running in my mind is I am sitting next to dignitaries, relevant people in the Ministry of Education and then there is this chicken right in front of me that I want to devour mercilessly. The last thing I want is to embarrass my self or make a bad impression because its still the beginning of my career.
So should I choose the career or this delicious looking piece of chicken staring right at me?