MY 3-MONTHS ATTACHMENT EXPERIENCE AT GULF RADIO



At exactly 8 o'clock  a chilly Monday the 9th of January 2023 a young man from a humble background, was at the gates of Gulf Radio-Kosele. Dressed in a white shirt,black trousers and a pair of black shoes, I was ready to learn more or rather put into practice what my lectures had taught me since I joined the college. After a short introduction with the people I found in the studio, I came to learn that one of the ladies was there for the first time. She was also fresh from Mt.Kenya university. Being that I was shaky I never wanted to be noticed so I asked to go inside the recording room which was at that moment empty.
"Yes Adon,feel free you can sit there", Sheila, who was by that time preparing for the 9 o'clock news bulletin told me. 
I was latter joined in the recording room by my colleague from Mt.Kenya university. I took a deep breath and got courage to start conversing with Esther. She was a gorgeous lady every normal man would wish to have in his life. Wait I almost forgot that it was my first time there, I behaved like someone who had been there before.

At around two minutes to 10 o'clock a sharp looking man comes in. From the looks on his face I could tell that he was definitely one of the big people in the studio. 
"Eeeh...eeeh... good morning guys?", he greeted.
"Good morning sir",we both replied at once.
"I'm Robert Otiang and I'll be your supervisor for the period of attachment that you'll be here," he added.
I started shaking and sweating imagining how I'll servive with the tough looking man. We introduced ourselves to our new supervisor and now it was time to start the heavy task ahead of us and definitely put the best foot ahead.
It started with translating news items written on newspapers and magazines from English language to our local dialect "Dholuo".As a man of the luo land I never had any difficulty in doing the translations. It was the best part of the attachment course.

It was now three weeks in Gulf Radio, I had made friends with all the presenters. I was introduced to the field carrying out a vox pop. At some point I could get to a point of even making a call to the supervisor because of lacking some one to ask questions. Thanks to my  colleagues who would chip in and help the situation.Editing was also another problem. I remember sweating for the first time "Roba"as he was known,told me to do an editing in the presence of other colleagues. Tough game! I did my best and by the end of the week I emerged the best editor.Another good experience was when I was first told to go on air. Arranging my scripts in an orderly manner, with the evening programme host queuing me. I tried my best and after four minutes of reading the briefs I could hear my colleagues uploading me for the good job.Kudos!to myself. I recall my family members sending me congratulatory messages. The first person in the family to do journalism. Thanks to Alah.Being very familiar with the staff and stuffs in the studio, I was given a show to run. The mid morning show. I remember the company's director giving me extra work of cleaning the control room,showing other colleagues who came after me all the offices in the studio. I was now sure of being a true journalist. Running the evening show was the best feeling for me. Interacting with the youths at first since it had some issues dealing with love stories. I even created a slogan for the part of the show"aloso okakethi" I would introduce a topic and explain it to the listeners before receiving calls concerning their views on the topic.

The worst challenge I faced came when the CS for ICT hon. Eliud Owalo  visited the area for distribution of relief food.As a journalist I had to cover the event. All was well until the last minute when distribution of food kicked off. As a fresh man from campus I also wanted to have my share. Little did I knew that it would end in tears as I was whipped thoroughly.I criticised myself for such. The comradeship "kuinama" thing almost took away my precious life.
The last week was also good. Having in mind that the twelve weeks would come to an end, and reuniting with my friends again. In fact I had two separate feelings;missing the guys I had been calling "family" for the past twelve weeks and again meeting  the guys I have been sitting with under one roof. At some times I would change my moods.
All in all it was the best feeling and experience at Gulf Radio station.




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