THE CHANTING TALES

Pictures have a knack of taking you back in time making you experience the same wave of emotions you felt at that time and more often even more. This picture for me did the latter. 

A huge wave of nostalgia hit me,it took me back to August 10th 2002. I was about 4years old. I remember my mom often referring to me as a kitten and  not because I loved cats,infact me and cats are like Arsenal and the champions league.

I was a very playful child, i knew way too much at my age and this always transformed into mischief.

I always knew how to read my mother and at her happiest moments I somehow always managed to drive her insane, i always knew nimefikisha limit when she'd say she was going to chop off the horns i was shamelessly growing in her house. Hizi ndio times she'd pull out all her weapons of distraction and beat you blue black. Zile times unatandikwa unataka kutoroka kwenu.😅

So on this fateful day she had a bunch of Chama women coming over. She was in a really happy mood,honestly her love for money is unmatched.After breakfast she sent me to go fetch her a few things from the shop. If only she knew that she'd be seeing me again 7hours later. Looking like a clown.

The mission was yet to crumble. You know how you'd be sent to the shop and you had to create a song of the things you were sent? Yeah?I did that shit too.Honestly,writing the list down would have been really easier,but there I was running to the shop chanting: 1kg sugar,10shillings salt, 2litres soda, 2kgs rice,5 onions, garlic and whatever money remained tomatoes and I actually always got the song mixed up,all I had to do was stop singing or talk to someone or even talk to myself and pooof.

Almost immediately I bumped into a group of my friends and that's when the mission began to experience some cracks and I started mixing up my song,it sounded more of 1kg salt,2kgs garlic 😂😂😂,yeahp it don't sound right at all. A complete smackdown was when they mentioned they were  going to play house and wanted me to play the last born and everything in my brain was instantly formatted. There's nothing more glorious than a first child being offered the last born position....