Memories are made of this!
Am writing this because it makes me laugh...
It was Saturday. Weekends were the most eagarly awaited days back then. This was because rising up at the wee hours of the morning on weekdays, to avoid lateness in school, were the order of the day. ( mind you if you got late one would get what they called "kichapo cha mbwa" by a teacher who whacked you not for the matter at hand but for a ridiculous reason like why your dad swallowed three bottles of beer that previous night.
Saturday.
I hurriedly took my true tea... (milk less tea) accompanied by a leftover of ugali that had luckily survived the night. Barefooted, I ran as fast as my legs could carry me so as I could join the other boys on time. Actually we were a gang of mischievous boys!
Saturday; mmmm
This particular Saturday was beautiful from the start. One tall boy(the gang leader) two years older than me had "Taken" his mom's twenty shilling note on top of their kitchen roof where it had been laid to dry after accidentally been washed in the laundry. We had now started feasting on it like a pack of hungry hyenas. The sizzling aroma of hot mandazis was irresistible.
It's Saturday!
Why don't we go for bicycle swimming?
I Will never ever forget that feeling that engulfed me at the thought of swimming as the gang leader articulately explained how hilarious it would be. I was pointed to go and steal my cousin's bicycle that supposedly was to be used in the swimming ordeal. I couldn't resist the urge to go and steal the bike. However the beating I received that evening only I know. (That's a story for another day )
The bike had no chain.
One was to go uphill and let the bike roll carelessly at its own volution till one fell into the dirty waters of the Thigirie river. We enjoyed our blissful moments as all we happily swam not to mention the deafening noises made by six boys.
Thirty minutes later.
Hell broke loose.
There in front of us stood three strong boys who had our clothes in their hands. They were like five or six years older than our gang leader. We panicked. They told us that whoever wanted their clothes back was to be whipped three lashes of the renowned "Mutathi"
Am laughing because I got six.
Am laughing because I took my three lashes and bailed our gang leader too.
Am laughing because every thing has a price and even getting in the circle of friends that time came with a price tag.
Am laughing because I met the gang leader last month and we laughed at those memories that are so emblazoned in our minds.
Am laughing because I told him to cultivate a friendship with one man who doesn't need any favours to be in His circle. The man Jesus.
Am laughing because we prayed together.
Am laughing still. I want you to laugh too because we are fearfully and wonderfully made.
Laughter is the best medicine
