Forget about kids born and bred on weetabix and some nonsensical cereals, ours was a battle for survival

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While growing up in the interstines of Bungoma county, we grew up with discipline, respect and honor. Forget about this kids born and bred on weetabix and some nonsensical cereals, ours was a battle for survival . We did not grow up playing with your modern day marionettes or the miniature F1 cars,we rode "mparas" ( that bicycle Tyre or car Tyre ) we would chase it across the villages shouting and cheering. Then there was marble (banta ) this was a true sport.

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a swim at the infamous river Sio

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Every weekend we would play lifundo as we waited for the evening crusade at the nearby field. In the middle of this religious session we would remove from our pockets fandili alias feya a.k.a catapult and proceed to hit the girls pretending to be recipients of the holy spirit.

During those good old days attending Sunday school was the coolest thing after eating chapati especially if you had an uncle to teach you the Bible story of Joseph. Those were the days when sex was a Forbidden topic, it was a sin if committed would lead to a genocide. Those were the days when the chiefs,the Pastors and the teachers were Revered .The highlight of it all was our regular trips to River Sio for a swim. We would plan meticulously on how to escape the hawk eyed maid called Nambengele,carry some vaseline and come up with a great cover story.

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One day as convinced by our defacto gang leader Gilbert Amukowa, we set out for a swim at the infamous river Sio. I was wearing my new pair of Chicago Bulls short and cow boy underwear on this auspicious occasion. We soon reached the banks of the river, stripped naked and jumped into the river. Several minutes later a guy came to the banks of the river and started sharpening his machete. Gilly shouted "huyu ni mgisu amekuja kutukata kichwa" the next minute we were running naked heading home screaming. We would dress some metres away from home but unfortunately my underwear was missing. That evening as I stripped naked to be bathed by Nabengele,world war 3 got underway.