Later, while in Nairobi, he met and married a beautiful, bright, French-speaking girl from Barundi. As tradition demands, she moved on to his family compound and lived as part of his extended family.
To this point, Kennedy’s story is quite typical for Kenya Keys student; he went away for college. Started a family of his own. Immediately upon finishing school he started supporting his family and paying school fees for as many as he could, making a huge leap from the illiterate, peasant faming he had come from.
But his desire for greater learning and increased pay lead him back to college, in an intense course that allowed him to both teach while going to school to get a degree, rather than a diploma. His loyal sponsor stuck with him for the journey. While doing that, Kennedy, and some fellow Kenya Keys grads, watched the children in their area walk 5-6 miles, every day, each way, to primary school. They would leave at 5AM, in the dark, and follow the narrow trails through the bush, knowing there could be elephants or snakes in the area. Still, they pursued.
We asked Kennedy how, as a young pupil, he managed to wake up by 4:30 every morning to get ready for school; this was not a place where you’d find a clock of any kind. “It was God,” he replied. “God woke me each and every day. He wanted me in school.”