So yesterday, I was talking to a friend of mine whom I have not spoken to in ages and he tells me, 'sup madam blogger???' Imagine the surprise on my face! I have kept this blog confined to a select few, so for him to have told me that he even had bookmarked it almost moved me to tears.....(ok am exaggerating but I was touched) and two of my friends' girlfriends have been reading every time I update:) .The response to my blog and the comments keep me going on with the writing; not the response I expected and I love it,like one person said, I must be on to something!....Enough of that, today am taking a trip down memory lane...
Way back when I was a tot, we moved around a lot, *clearly pointing fingers at my dad's job*. I hated moving around because it meant I had to leave so many friends behind and start afresh. So in this case we devised ways of coping..... I have already established that my mama is a strict one, hence the insatiable need for us to break loose and just be cheeky. Every time I remember what we used to do when we were young I am engulfed with nostalgia; life used to be so care free and however much we knew we would be punished after a random day of mischief we still ravished and savored every moment of it...kinda leaves me wondering what happens when we grow older? are things that complicated or do we make them so?
Now the trip down memory lane is awakened...we used to live with a cousin of mine back then, pretty lady I tell you, nice hair, hour glass figure, starlet voice, the sweetest smile but do I say?, (not that its relevant as to y I mentioned the above) I just had to appreciate. Anyway train of thought gathered, she was one strict one, *100000000 my mum but heck we still used to have our fun. So one day in the spirit of entrepreneurship, my sisters, friends and I sat our very innocent minds and started thinking of where to source money for those sweets (koo) that we used have a crave for, this is where the moving around story catches on....we were based in KISII land, and however much I would like to forget about this place I can't *that's where I was bewitched and all my hair fell off, SMH I had to apply traditional meds (sic) leaves that smelled like the graveyard!! #storyofmylife*
Anyways, we hatched a very clever plan and agreed to set everything up in the following week. It was on a Friday...Come Monday after school, we went home, changed and got to work...because we were clever, we dipped our petite bodies in soil and applied pepper in our eyes to achieve the look of poor and destitute :) Once we were satisfied, we set up stones and covered them in newspaper then placed those stones pregnant women eat (chuckle) *they was plenty in KISII* and the acting began and BTW they retailed at 5 bob (evil grin) Considering the sweets were 50 cents :).
Everytime a pregnant woman passed, we would start crying and begging for them to buy the stone..I will try capture this in conversation type
Woman: baby why are you crying
Me: mama I am a chokora and the only way I survive is by selling these stones
Whenever they saw my face, they would be compelled to buying the stones *I wonder where I honed my acting skills from (think) hehehe....and once the money landed in my hands, a standby person would take those coins and take to the heels to the nearest shops..we were almost making a killing then my cousin walked past us, when we least expected and the facade faded...I can remember the beating we got wololo.
Later in the evening mum came home and was told what happened (after we begged and pleaded that she should remain silent) what punishment we were given we did not imagine!!!we sold those stones for the next one month covered in dirt and with pepper engulfing our eyes #blindasabat but I learnt my lesson or not.....after that I got into trouble for stealing the pretty neighbor's already smoked cigarettes hehehe post for another day....
I just loooved my childhood till we moved to Kisumu and became confined to own compound...way boooring
One random childhood thought at a time :* What did you do that was crazier than mine?? lets see who beats my ratings hehehehe..so far am a 4/5---its my blog can do whatever (sarcastic me making a return!)
Till next time muchahos.
Way back when I was a tot, we moved around a lot, *clearly pointing fingers at my dad's job*. I hated moving around because it meant I had to leave so many friends behind and start afresh. So in this case we devised ways of coping..... I have already established that my mama is a strict one, hence the insatiable need for us to break loose and just be cheeky. Every time I remember what we used to do when we were young I am engulfed with nostalgia; life used to be so care free and however much we knew we would be punished after a random day of mischief we still ravished and savored every moment of it...kinda leaves me wondering what happens when we grow older? are things that complicated or do we make them so?
Now the trip down memory lane is awakened...we used to live with a cousin of mine back then, pretty lady I tell you, nice hair, hour glass figure, starlet voice, the sweetest smile but do I say?, (not that its relevant as to y I mentioned the above) I just had to appreciate. Anyway train of thought gathered, she was one strict one, *100000000 my mum but heck we still used to have our fun. So one day in the spirit of entrepreneurship, my sisters, friends and I sat our very innocent minds and started thinking of where to source money for those sweets (koo) that we used have a crave for, this is where the moving around story catches on....we were based in KISII land, and however much I would like to forget about this place I can't *that's where I was bewitched and all my hair fell off, SMH I had to apply traditional meds (sic) leaves that smelled like the graveyard!! #storyofmylife*
Anyways, we hatched a very clever plan and agreed to set everything up in the following week. It was on a Friday...Come Monday after school, we went home, changed and got to work...because we were clever, we dipped our petite bodies in soil and applied pepper in our eyes to achieve the look of poor and destitute :) Once we were satisfied, we set up stones and covered them in newspaper then placed those stones pregnant women eat (chuckle) *they was plenty in KISII* and the acting began and BTW they retailed at 5 bob (evil grin) Considering the sweets were 50 cents :).
Everytime a pregnant woman passed, we would start crying and begging for them to buy the stone..I will try capture this in conversation type
Woman: baby why are you crying
Me: mama I am a chokora and the only way I survive is by selling these stones
Whenever they saw my face, they would be compelled to buying the stones *I wonder where I honed my acting skills from (think) hehehe....and once the money landed in my hands, a standby person would take those coins and take to the heels to the nearest shops..we were almost making a killing then my cousin walked past us, when we least expected and the facade faded...I can remember the beating we got wololo.Later in the evening mum came home and was told what happened (after we begged and pleaded that she should remain silent) what punishment we were given we did not imagine!!!we sold those stones for the next one month covered in dirt and with pepper engulfing our eyes #blindasabat but I learnt my lesson or not.....after that I got into trouble for stealing the pretty neighbor's already smoked cigarettes hehehe post for another day....
I just loooved my childhood till we moved to Kisumu and became confined to own compound...way boooring
One random childhood thought at a time :* What did you do that was crazier than mine?? lets see who beats my ratings hehehehe..so far am a 4/5---its my blog can do whatever (sarcastic me making a return!)
Till next time muchahos.
way back in Eldoret..there was this lady who used to sell sweets and biscuits directly opp our gate,under some big tree which also acted as a stage for mats...one day me,my twin,my small siz,bro and our pal-the neighbours toi,plotted to steal some sweets.This plot came up when we discovered her hiding place;the sweets used to be hidden at some corner next to our fence...hihihi..so we came back from school as usual,changed into our playing gears and off we went to play,having in mind that once its dark,we would get str8t into it.this happend for a couple of days but oh well we all know this cant happen for too long..the mboch spotted us from the window and she told my mum...what followed thereafter..lets just say,we never ever did anything of that sort again...
ReplyDeletewoiii..i shuld have just written my own blog at this rate...tried to compress the comment though:)
ReplyDeletehehehehe:) now that's a good one childhood memories Ii tell you my sisto :)
ReplyDeleteJoe learned my lesson:) I don't think the point was quiet driven home since am still cheeky you know :)
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