As I grew up, I came to believe that I was naturally social and amiable. I often became the family entertainer when visitors came over, giving my mom extra time to prepare food. In a way, I became their personal radio! would open the hymn book, sing for our guests, and then tell them a story after offering them ripe fruits from our garden, depending on the season. I remember the church had age-specific programs that provided lessons suited to each group. Even though I was in kindergarten, I often volunteered to use the microphone to sing, recite a poem, or tell a story, summarizing the church events of the day or week. And just like that, my passion for radio and music was born. I later joined a journalism class at St Paul’s University, and later hosted radio shows at the United States International University of Africa campus radio where I was not only a host but rather a radio producer. And now I am a grown-up radio broadcaster. Give a show and boom am on it..

My maternal grandfather, Nyanamba, passed away in 1999. Believe it or not, he was married to five women, and my grandmother’s home was where he resided. I need to confirm with my mother, but when I was a teenager, he had an Obokano, a traditional Gusii lyre, that I absolutely loved. Every time I visited, he would play it for me before I left.

The Obokano is a Gusii musical instrument with eight strings stretched from the resonator to a crossbar. The strings are tuned by adjusting the rufia note that connects them to the crossbar. Its bridge, made from special sticks called amasati, is secured to the resonator using obochoe (wax).

From the village to the world—some might say, “Riakworo raised me, the world pays me.” Let’s break it down: it all began at Christian Academy in pre-unit, leading up to the doctoral program at Daystar University. Who would have imagined that a journey spanning a decade would turn out to be this remarkable? If you ask me, I can still remember those early days as a teenager, working hard to top the class and earning rewards. Those were motivational tokens—like geometric sets, exercise books, and rulers—that kept us going. Fast track- Nyamira county- Rift valley- Coast- Uganda- Canada-south Africa and the story goes on. Let pictures speak for themselves.

My leadership journey started early—as a class monitor, where ringing bells and keeping time became second nature. From there, I advanced to deputy head boy, then head boy, health prefect, and eventually class president. At university, I became the head of production for the campus radio station and later served as the PhD representative. Today, I’m the CEO and founder of two companies—the rest is history in this remarkable journey.