yesterday i was in my kalocal at home. i met a guy who comes from my gishagi. he knew a a catholic father well known at my rural home. this catholic father was my uncle.
this reminded me of my encounters with my uncle. Growing up was quite difficult in our village and u knw teenagers trying to make a name for themselves often indulged in very bad habits. For me it was drinking. MY father used to be very fond of me. whenever he was relocated by his employer we used to move with him And leave the rest of my family at home. my life started to unravel in embu. where i met hardcore kids.
after completing class eight i was enrolled in a school in kiambu(st Joseph the worker)i got expelled in two terms.i was later transferred to a school in meru. it took me one year to get expelled again*mind yu in meru kulikuwa wale wabaya* i decided to quit school.
this is where my uncle came in n talked to my father about enrolling me in his school. that was form three first term. in form three third term he asked my father to bring me to the school. on the following Monday with full school fees and attire. we went to my uncles school near our home. my uncle dished drinks to my father. *whiskey* .since they were drinking buddies.
mind you this was happening in my uncles office*in my presence*. it was time for my father to leave.when he left my uncle opened his cabinet and pulled out rolls of weed and cigarettes.*sportsman* . he smoked the cigarettes then put it off. i didn't do cigarettes-THEN.he figured. he pulled out weed and smoked like four puffs then put it off. i didn't smoke pot-THEN. he figured. he went to his cabinet pulled out the bottle of whiskey and two glasses. poured for himself and for me. i took the glass and drank. he poured the drinks until we finished the bottle of whiskey. he brought out another whiskey bottle. this time MY uncle did not pour drinks again. with so much gusto i decided to pour myself a drink. this time he had already figured out that alcohol was the cause of my expulsion in the different schools. he snatched the drink AT THE SAME TIME slapped the daylights off.what followed was a gentleman's beating. i have never received such a beating in ma entire life.(IT WAS ALL A FUCKIN TEST-n the way i was comfortable in that office) since that day i was allowed to drink in school. go to the shopping centre and buy alcohol. that led to me being called mamapima or dayschooler*story for another day*. that was my first day of school.
