Back in my day us kids did not have much say. Mother was the one who had the last word. When she semad jump you ask how high while in midair. Challenging her on any issue especialy school was unfathomable and so to school I went through hail and gale. The only negotiations was on the number of vibokos I should pata on my behinds when I was on the wrong hata kama it was my siblings mistakes, I patad the first whip then my siblings got the rest. The irony. But even then the negotiations where conducted at high decibles as I scremed for mercy each time the belt met my behind. Times have changed. Nowadays kids are rarely whipped. Kids of today own mobile phones that their parents top up so that they can ongea bila ubaguzi and sambaza themselves kila mahali. My day there was the landline where calls where monitered by my protective mother and it had better not be a boy calling, thinking of members of the opposite sex was taboo.Today many parents pray that their kids don’t come home and announce that he ir she is gay after watching TV.
Speaking of Tv,we did not need it to keep us busy. We were not allowed to turn on the black and white thing that showed pictured on half the screen due to age. Our Prents controlled t he times it came on. So we spent the day out in the fields running up and down with cousins. Leo the Tv are the babysitters as a result we have a mass production of couch potatoes.
Back in the day our lives were closely monitered by strict parents. It was unheard of to just go abiut town meeting friends even for lunch or a movie. Mum wanted to know where we were at all times, whom we hanged out with and insisted on meeting their parents. This ensured that we avoided bad company.
On fashion I had no much say on that.There were no tank and hispters to flaunt what you got and even if they were there, then still we did not have much say to that matter becuase a girl had to be decent. Mum chose our clothes and decided on what we were to wear going to church. It mattered little what we like and did not like. We simply obeyed. Back then earings were worn by girls only. Recently I saw a 2yr old boy with a pierced ear.
When mom cooked arrowroots, githeri and matoke its becuase she wanted you to eat healthy. If you didn’t like what she served, you ate it anyway or suited yourself by going to bed hungry. There were no dial-a-pizza option. We had no choice but to grow up healthy. But as far as I am concerned I turned up alright.
BACK IN THE DAY AM00000070000000030 06, 2007
Back in my day us kids did not have much say. Mother was the one who had the last word. When she semad jump you ask how high while in midair. Challenging her on any issue especialy school was unfathomable and so to school I went through hail and gale. The only negotiations was on the number of vibokos I should pata on my behinds when I was on the wrong hata kama it was my siblings mistakes, I patad the first whip then my siblings got the rest. The irony. But even then the negotiations where conducted at high decibles as I scremed for mercy each time the belt met my behind. Times have changed. Nowadays kids are rarely whipped. Kids of today own mobile phones that their parents top up so that they can ongea bila ubaguzi and sambaza themselves kila mahali. My day there was the landline where calls where monitered by my protective mother and it had better not be a boy calling, thinking of members of the opposite sex was taboo.Today many parents pray that their kids don’t come home and announce that he ir she is gay after watching TV.
Speaking of Tv,we did not need it to keep us busy. We were not allowed to turn on the black and white thing that showed pictured on half the screen due to age. Our Prents controlled t he times it came on. So we spent the day out in the fields running up and down with cousins. Leo the Tv are the babysitters as a result we have a mass production of couch potatoes.
Back in the day our lives were closely monitered by strict parents. It was unheard of to just go abiut town meeting friends even for lunch or a movie. Mum wanted to know where we were at all times, whom we hanged out with and insisted on meeting their parents. This ensured that we avoided bad company.
On fashion I had no much say on that.There were no tank and hispters to flaunt what you got and even if they were there, then still we did not have much say to that matter becuase a girl had to be decent. Mum chose our clothes and decided on what we were to wear going to church. It mattered little what we like and did not like. We simply obeyed. Back then earings were worn by girls only. Recently I saw a 2yr old boy with a pierced ear.
When mom cooked arrowroots, githeri and matoke its becuase she wanted you to eat healthy. If you didn’t like what she served, you ate it anyway or suited yourself by going to bed hungry. There were no dial-a-pizza option. We had no choice but to grow up healthy. But as far as I am concerned I turned up alright.