I dedicate this article
to my childhood friend Eddy Arnold Ogolla. I lost you to cancer, I know you’re
right here in my heart all the time. We did a lot together for us to grow up.
The hill was the best adventure with you.
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When I was little I
thought beautiful women never went to the toilet. Simply, they were too pretty
to do that.
As of now….
Most folk term it as
“gaining weight”, I just want to be fat with
thick little fingers. You know, like a lump of jelly, obese from
sitting for 14 hours and sleeping the other eight hours. Walking and
showering – an hour and making little “Ians” for the rest of the day.
Such a life would be a
dream come true but for now how about I tell you the things that qualify me as a
stupid fellow.
How many attempts did
you make? On the title.
My mama told me that I
loved ripe bananas very much. Especially Ugandan ones by the name mbogoya.
I would climb into the wall-unit, steal and eat the bananas in that piece of
furniture. Finally, I would fall asleep in there, most probably on my swollen
belly with my little feet sticking out of the wall-unit.
I cannot believe I was
dumb even before I attained the age of reason.
When I got to the age of
reason, I watched Chuck Norris and Van-dame. I should have known such do not
mix well with imagination. Especially when it comes to parachutes. So I climbed
a tree with a paper-bag in hand. Got to a branch and held tightly onto the two
handles. Off I flew. All I recall was hitting the very bottom of my spine on
the freshly dug soil. To emphasize what I felt, I mean the area just above the
anus.
Later on, I got smarter
and customized the parachute to my liking. I found a horizontal branch tied the
paper-bag handles on it then stood in it and swung while holding the branch.
When I got tired, I made holes for each leg on either side then sat and drifted
in thought. It looked like a giant underwear.
I recall other times
when I broke the bed. I prepared the-carpenter’s-food which was; styling gel –
it was bluish and sweet – accompanied with stolen sugar and water. So I chewed
lots of BIG –G,
enough to fix the bed.
I often imagined that if
I went to where the sun sleeps, I would play some more. On a weekend, my
newly-made friend Eddy Arnold, my younger brother Lee and I set out for the
hills. Even though I was happy to discover quarries and pick rocks, I was hurt
that the sun slept even further that day. I thought there were blessed
people whose children kept the sun when I was forced to sleep.
So when the teacher said the sun rises on the East and sets West, I asked how does it go back to the East?
So when the teacher said the sun rises on the East and sets West, I asked how does it go back to the East?
Eddy, Lee and I once
blocked the water down the shallow stream with chunks of soil and swam in the
brown water. We only kept the innerwear. Some called them sambu/
sambusa/ samosa and later isosceles since it had two
similar triangles. I can only imagine my ribs sticking out as I jumped into the
water, marking out the shape of a giant frog in mid-air. There was no need for
towels, the sun acted as one.
As a trio, we played
hide-and-seek. I hid behind a gate by opening it. The game was such a thrill
till we realized I had let a thousand chicken into the compound. When Eddy’s
mama asked who it was, I denied being the one. I was used to lying but not on
this one. I had already forgotten I was the one.
I was also thrilled by
being chased around by a cock, I mean the ‘male’ bird. Eddy owned a wild one
that fought humans too. Trust me I got cornered once and I had to fight a bird!
I guess time went by and
schooling caught up too. Sometimes I dropped lines like, “I have forgotten my
Mathematics homework book at home.” I was caned.
Later I learned how to
talk to girls. Had my first crush (Bannette Odembo) at the age of eleven and
had a girlfriend at twelve (Patricia Akinyi). You should see them now; utavunja
shingo. (You won’t stop staring.)
I was caught by
surprise to learn that TBT means Throw Back Thursday few days ago. I often
wondered; whose name has such abbreviations? Is he a celebrity to be mentioned
so often?