I AM NOT SLEEPING, "AYAM" THINKING
In Swahili we have a saying that says there are only 3 things in this life that are sweet and they are, Food, Sex and Sleep. My guilty passion, however, is Sleep. we have had this affair with sleep from the time i was in primary school the equivalent of elementary school in Korea, you see back then i could study but since sleeping in class was a terrible no, no, the only opportunity to sleep was at home.
in elementary school we could report to school from 6.30 am till 5.30pm with 3 breaks in between, one at 10.30 for you to go buy snacks to eat and munch but if you were a poor mans son like myself it was an opportunity to go beg someone to share their snack or to just go play football and come back to class reeking of sweat. the second break was lunch time that ran from 12.45 to 1.30pm where we could go fight over who would be the first to buy Chapati Soup with Ice ya chwaa, Chapati is like tortilla but heavier than tortilla and sweeter, the soup is just the soup you know but in most cases its of beans stew, since beans was Kshs 20/= IF you buy 2 chapatis and request for soup they would gladly give it to you free of charge so in esssense you are getting a full meal at the cost of one, and you drink it down with Ice, which is just ice with food colour and some sucrose packaged in a small polythene bag. The third break would be between 4-4.15pm when we prepared for the evening remedial lessons that ran until 5.30 pm
Back to sleep, at home, my dad who had been retrenched from the civil service during the economic disaster that was the Moi Governments tenure would be waiting for me ready for chapter 2 of school, where i would take a shower, drink the porridge in the flask and probably watch THE BEAT on Nation TV or KTN's Jamadelics, Rap-Em, Rastrut, Rythmix and Kass Kass depending on the day, i was expected to be on the dining table by 7pm to start on homework and personal studies. which i would do until 10pm or 11pm that would later run to 1pm when i was in class 8. My dad was always the teacher on duty not to help me with the homework but to ensure that i studied my ass off, that's the kind of sacrifice he had. he would be there reading a newspaper that he had probably read over and over again.
one time i decided to lay my head on the table to read at an angle and i must have dozed off. i must have started snoring or he must have realised that the pages had not been turned for a long time, so he called "JUNIOR ARE YOU SLEEPING ?" heheehe i was not going to get caught. " I WAS THINKING ....." was my response, all i remember is my father laughing and excusing me to go and sleep. Yaani i don't know from where the answer came from because it was evident i was sleeping.
Thu Tinda............
( If you learned Kenyan literature and you don't know the meaning of Thu Tinda you need to go back and claim your fees from the hedemasta)
in elementary school we could report to school from 6.30 am till 5.30pm with 3 breaks in between, one at 10.30 for you to go buy snacks to eat and munch but if you were a poor mans son like myself it was an opportunity to go beg someone to share their snack or to just go play football and come back to class reeking of sweat. the second break was lunch time that ran from 12.45 to 1.30pm where we could go fight over who would be the first to buy Chapati Soup with Ice ya chwaa, Chapati is like tortilla but heavier than tortilla and sweeter, the soup is just the soup you know but in most cases its of beans stew, since beans was Kshs 20/= IF you buy 2 chapatis and request for soup they would gladly give it to you free of charge so in esssense you are getting a full meal at the cost of one, and you drink it down with Ice, which is just ice with food colour and some sucrose packaged in a small polythene bag. The third break would be between 4-4.15pm when we prepared for the evening remedial lessons that ran until 5.30 pm
Back to sleep, at home, my dad who had been retrenched from the civil service during the economic disaster that was the Moi Governments tenure would be waiting for me ready for chapter 2 of school, where i would take a shower, drink the porridge in the flask and probably watch THE BEAT on Nation TV or KTN's Jamadelics, Rap-Em, Rastrut, Rythmix and Kass Kass depending on the day, i was expected to be on the dining table by 7pm to start on homework and personal studies. which i would do until 10pm or 11pm that would later run to 1pm when i was in class 8. My dad was always the teacher on duty not to help me with the homework but to ensure that i studied my ass off, that's the kind of sacrifice he had. he would be there reading a newspaper that he had probably read over and over again.
one time i decided to lay my head on the table to read at an angle and i must have dozed off. i must have started snoring or he must have realised that the pages had not been turned for a long time, so he called "JUNIOR ARE YOU SLEEPING ?" heheehe i was not going to get caught. " I WAS THINKING ....." was my response, all i remember is my father laughing and excusing me to go and sleep. Yaani i don't know from where the answer came from because it was evident i was sleeping.
Thu Tinda............
( If you learned Kenyan literature and you don't know the meaning of Thu Tinda you need to go back and claim your fees from the hedemasta)
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