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"Children.The Greatest Love of all." Silver Member  |
Nyumba,remember how life was like back then?Let me start with my first day in secondary school.Thank God for older siblings cause my sister who was in form 2 had given me a list of things to take with me to school.I wondered what was wrong with her cause who puts pepper in their wooden box or if lucky a mabati box?Lucky because the ants would never get their whatever they use to chew with on the mabati.
The list included nescafe,ovaltine,sugar,blue band,roiko,pepper,nyanya(green),she insisted,powdered milk,marmalade,ribena,milo,cocoa,and I was like,where I'm I going?To start a hotel or something?No she said.Remember to take lots of chapos,ngwaci,ndumas,and any raw fruit and some ripe. When the day came,I had everything packed like she ordered.I managed to get some cocoa empty cans and filled them with pepper,nyanya,danias na kadhalika.In the matatu,I prayed that we did not have an accident cause the thought of my box exploding and people seeing what was in it scared the daylights out of me. When I got to school,I slowly began to realize why my older sister God bless her insisted I take the stuff with me.The treatment I got that day,I will never forget.Me and a group of monos,or so they called us were fetching water from the tap with our buckets and pales.The headgirl,according to the veterans came with her bucket.But instead of lining up like the rest of us,she skipped the line and put her bucket down,before mine. I asked her why she was doing that and she said because she was the headgirl.I told her I was next and unless she asked nicely,I was not going to let her get the water.I put my bucket to fill and she kicked it and put hers there.I kicked it.I saw her folding a fist and I put my eye right infront of her.She hit me hard.Oh the pain.I screamed and everybody ran towards the tap.The headmistress heard the racket and she came running.She looked at my face and gasped.I was all red and nosebleeding. My face started to swell and the headmistress asked what had happened.The monos would not tell.But the veterans told.I was taken to the dispensary.Oh I had this big smile on my face cause I was so determined to teach that girl a lesson.At the dispensary,they asked what happened.I told them a student hit me.That changed everything.We had to fill out a p3 she said.That meant involve the police and I was like,thank you Jesus.The veterans will now know that monos are human too. Things got so bad for her she left the school.No other veteran ever messed with me . In the dining room,the food was terrible.You could see the mbucas and eeeewwwwww!Gross.But I had to eat.I went back to the dom and brought my pepper and roiko thanking God for my sisters mawaida.Then breakfast came and it was porridge and nothing else.The porridge had very little sugar if any.Oh I loved my sister.I still do. Taking the ngwacis and ndumas was the bomb cause I at least had breakfast for the next few days.I had a choice.I could eat the ndumas with what we called Cold Power.Either cold coffee or cold ovaltine,milo,cocoa. The powdered milk was for snack.We would mix ovaltine,sugar and powdered milk and some marmalade and we made this candy.Mmmmm.Tasty.I do not know how come we did not develop diabetes then.Only God knows.He also knows that we became crooks.Oh dear Lord things we did.I pray for his forgiveness all the time. Remember those cross country runs,we called them harvest time.We picked everything we could from peoples farms.Bananas,Fruits,nyanyas,I mean everything we could get our hands on.The weird thing was,we never saw it as stealing.We saw it as helping ourselves.Students?? More later.Gotta go cook.  Faith is not belief without proof but trust without reservations. -My Childrens Mama. |
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"Ithe wa Muthoni na Jayson" Platinum Member |
Mama B, Were our school mixed, I would have said you were in my school! Cos that's exactly what used to happen in our school. In our school, we used to have outings, once in a while, that's when you transport the whole of your farm to the school, mitungo (boiled maize), ngara (roast maize) ndumas, ngwaci, yams, mention them. and the dorms would smell like hell! "mûthuri aikarîire njûng'wa onaga kuraya kûrî kîhîî kîhaicîte mûtî" |
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"Children.The Greatest Love of all." Silver Member |
Ngunjiri,Aca nii ndari cukuru ya tuiritu.The tuiritu from hell.
.The dorm smelling like hell?I would have taken that any day instead of taking the students smelling like hell especially after eating the rotten food.Hiii,mathebeaga hakuhi angi maringike.  Tamenya nii ndehitire nama ndigatuara mwana wakwa boarding after the hell we went thru.Then I remember the one very important thing I did learn in boarding school.I learnt how to PERSEVERE.In that case,I guess I can say it was all worthy it. Faith is not belief without proof but trust without reservations. -My Childrens Mama. |
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"Nyina wa Hazel" Gold Member  |
Hahahaha tigaii kunjohoroa...uhoro wa guthebea ma ndiendaga kuririkana. Woe unto the form one's who used to clean the loos after visiting day LOL LOL....and the worst things was..i dont remember being given disinfectant or gloves to do the same...yes u invetnt for urself...thank God for small mercies we never got strange diseases. and all these guthebea business was as result of eating food u had been brot three or four days later LOL LOL... like chapos...Wa B I swore the same thing....never and God should help me...to never take my kids to a boarding.
I remember also the cold cold water....wuuiiiii to add on to it the pancake size matresses which were supposed to "soothe" u to sleep and in the morning the loud bell to wake u up and on top it a raging matron. Mmmhhh ....really don know what to make out of the whole situation it was way too gruelsome for my liking. |
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But you guys are being unfair to the kiddos......They should also learn to perservere in the same way we did...hahahah
it was survival for the fittest.... What i remember most is how i used to envy my elder siz when she came home for halfterm or closing...she would come with a new style that all the siblings would be wanting to adopt, maybe a new dancing style gotten from skool, lyrics to Michael Jacksons Songs, ohhh the list is endless. Then she would eat eat and eat. At Night she would wake up to vomit.....hahahahha overeating....so at least when i went to high skool i was carefull not to repeat some of these blunders ,... but hey, you cant escape all of them "Silence is more eloquent than words!" |
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"Children.The Greatest Love of all." Silver Member |
True.But we survived it.And because of that,we can survive anything the world throws at us. Remember the cold showers?Especially in July?That was pure torture. Faith is not belief without proof but trust without reservations. -My Childrens Mama. |
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"Children.The Greatest Love of all." Silver Member |
I guess we can say,We are the boarding school survivors.Boarding school had it's good side though.It taught us how to look out for ourselves.But even with that,I still would not enrol my children in boarding school.Never! Faith is not belief without proof but trust without reservations. -My Childrens Mama. |
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"Children.The Greatest Love of all." Silver Member |
Romance In The Village
I was born and raised on the beautiful,breathtaking slopes of Mt Kenya.My village was in the valley with Karima hill on one side and beautiful ridges on the other.We had several rivers flowing through.It was like Mukurwe Wa Nyagathanga.It still is except too many trees have been chopped. I have beautiful memories of my life there.Especially when I was old enough to date.The thing with the village was everybody knew everybody and we behaved not because we were good but because we did not want everybody talking about us. I did not have a boyfriend in my village.Everyone thought I was this saint.The truth of the matter was,I had a boyfriend.I had gone to Othaya Market one day to buy Unga Ngano na mafuta ya taa when this good looking young man said hallo.He said he was K and that he just wanted to let me know I was beautiful.Is that it?I asked him.You have beautiful lips but very rude,he said.I smiled and told him my name.He asked where I was from cause he would like to come visit me one day.I told him my mama would kill him if he dared.That young man followed me home.I did not know untill he one day said,huti kuo,and I almost fainted. I do not know what they do today in the village but back then,we made the best of what we had available to us.And yes,Mother Nature.I made sure my chores were done by 5p.m so K and I could have some time together.We loved sitting by the river early evening and watch the gorgeous ,golden sun set together.We talked about stuff.After it turned dark,we would walk hand in hand,hugging and kissing.We talked and expressed our feelings under the starry skies.The moon shining bright made it all the more beautiful.We loved sitting by the river bank and watch the moons reflection on the water. Harvest time was the best.The whole village celebrated together after a bountiful harvest.It was our way of thanking Wa Kirinyaga and our ancestors for blessing us.One evening the villagers had built this huge bonfire.The stars must have been celebrating that night too for they did shine bright.The dark side of the moon was sleeping so the bright side took full advantage. We ate,danced,talked and then K and I sneaked off into the bushes.We hugged and talked.We talked of our dreams.The future.K said he wanted a future with a wife and 6 kids.He wanted a wife who stayed home with the kids.Oh really,I thought.I made up my mind then that I was gonna have fun with him and then go my way. Coffee season was famous for romances.We waited till morning for the coffe to be weighed.The factories did not have electricity back then so many parents did not want to be at the factory.They left the teenagers alone with the coffee.We did everything on top of those coffee gunias. We had mobile movie nights.We watched the movies outside.We had so much fun.We also had dances we called Mbugi back then.Then the village story night.Oh it was the thing back then.I remember me and K used to sneak off to some unknown cave.It scared me but hey,I had him to protect me.Right?Wrong! .I remember once we sneaked off and before long,we got busy hugging and kissing.Then I felt it.one,two and it started pouring.It was raining heavily.I wanted to go back home but he would not let me.Oh,I miss the good old days.I miss the village life.I hardly ever see stars at night cause of the street lights.The moonlight is not as beautiful anymore.What went wrong? Faith is not belief without proof but trust without reservations. -My Childrens Mama. |
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"Nyina wa Hazel" Gold Member |
Hahahahaha...Wa b..okay I wasnt brot up in the village but would like to hear what lyrics the boys had in kikuyu....e.g the boy who told u had nice lips...how did they say it in kikuyu?
Akina Wakihia; Wagatemi; Waweru ninjoii lyrics cie moko LOL and all the dudes here tell us the lines used in kyuk. to dart mamas. This is about to get realllllllly funnnnnny. |
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"Children.The Greatest Love of all." Silver Member |
Wakanyus, If I said it in Kikuyu,it would sound totally different.Ndirikanaga K akinjira ati ndi miromo ihana ta ya Muraika no ni miruru ta biribiri. . He used to tell me ati ndi Ithaga riake.I still have some of the letters he wrote to me back then.I am very sentimental.I tend to save things most people wouldn't.Anjiraga ati hiana riua rikiratha na rimwe akanjira ati hiana riua rigithua.Oigaga ati angieciririe uhoro wakwa ngoro yake yahuraga ta ino irahuruo ni marimu meri ma nyakondo.Riria ringi akanjira ati hiana nyanya ya iganjo. Muiritu kirorerwa.Anjiraga ati ninii muico.Especially riria twahimbiranagia na kumumunyana. Faith is not belief without proof but trust without reservations. -My Childrens Mama. |
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Wakia Maitu, Wakia Maitu,
You have brought back nostalgia in a big way. I was born and mostly brought up in the hills and valleys of Mathira Division. Oh’ the days we would all gather together to go hunting with a pack of dogs that must have come from all the breeds of the world …. Forget the long walk home empty handed because the prey we were chasing had crossed over to a ridge where our mortal enemies ruled. Oh’ the prepared wars we had with those enemies with all manner of weaponry …. Forget the bumps and scrapes that accompanied the war of the ridges Oh’ the farm raids that we carried out for sugar cane especially … forget the thrashings that we received after we were caught … sugar caner is rather hard to hide and the curses that were being placed on vulnerable farms did not matter or affect anake on the rampage Oh’ the fun of sliding down prepared ramps watered down and slick as ice …… forget the injuries that were sustained we survived Oh’ the fun of ‘swimming’ in swollen rivers and stealing fish from underneath the Fish Scouts …… forget the thrashing we received for using Cucu’s pots or cooking stones, who could not stand fish or chicken in her kitchen Oh’ the fun of stealing ‘honeyed’ meat ….. no beatings followed the discovery of this crime as we were proving that we could outfox Wagui And Oh’ the first night at the coffee mill waiting for clerks to weigh the coffee, then the assumption of duties as a clerk (whose coffee would be weighed first and who had to wait) Oh’ the coffee harvest season in the early evening when coffee was being prepared for delivery to the mill ….. this season must contribute to 90% of the growth of Gikuyu population. And finally Oh’ those first days after transition to manhood and the pain and swelling had gone down ….. and male relatives carried out their duties on the meaning of life and how to properly enjoy that same life wa Mathira "hungu iguaga itari ninge" |
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"Children.The Greatest Love of all." Silver Member |
Wakiawa.Wandirikania tungiaiguire murimo uria wa rui maugiriirie ati,niwakau gathiya,ii wakau.Hehehehe.Twaumaga na migwi na matimu going after the same antelope.
LOOOOOOL.Those were the good old days.Wandirikania kairitu twathomaga nako getaguo Wanjugu.Koigaga and I quote,"Gwitu ni Karatina Gazaisi."It was fun listening to her talk. Atiriri,Elephant Castle noituire?  I remember the games we used to play.My favourite was the Nyairo hindi ya ndoro.Oh the joy of gliding down the muddy path.Dangerous though cause it was downhill. .I remember playing another game the girls called mbia.I will never know why it was called that cause we played using a cloth ball.My true passion was the Mbiruri.Weeee ndamibiririkagia nginya the boys did not like playing with me. .Ati ndikamaconore.Hii.Iiria twetaga mbigi?LOOOOL.Any more games? Faith is not belief without proof but trust without reservations. -My Childrens Mama. |
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