The year is 1991.
@Ka-Buda is a First former in some random secondary school in rural Kiambu and it’s the only school that will take him in because he had ran away from home in his final year of primary education so he barely makes the grades to join any decent secondary school and he now has to settle for any school that will take him in.
Rebellious Kabuda is sent to a beyond the frontline kind of school in deep Kiambu because it’s the only place he will be accepted before he cinvinces his daddy to give him a second chance and find a more descent place to attend his high school.
Things have not been good at home and his parents were going through a Nasty divorce.
Looking back now, I believe it’s why I was so rebellious.
Anyway, in the turmoil unfolding at home, I had left to live with my Aunt over the August holiday and the December holiday at the end of my final year of primary school.
Everyone knows that it’s during the December holiday season that Kikuyu boys get circumcised.
So I have now missed out on the circumcisions season and it means that I have to join Form One as a kippiii in a school located in the middle of nowhere in rural Kiambu!
That means just one thing!..
You will have a very tough term getting beat up and bullied all owing to your foreskin.
I have to think fast and if I don’t survive the term, I will have to get expelled or something more drastic to convince my dad that I have learnt my lesson and that I deserve a second chance.
On the very first night of my life in the school, I roll back my foreskin and I convince myself that it looks exactly like a circumcised cock.
When “Madume” the dorm bully comes up to me late that night, I show him my cock and reassure him that the only reason I don’t have a “ngwati” is because I am of Maasai culture so we do things abit differently!
Madume I later find out is the hardest bully boy not just in our dorm but in the whole school.
I have to use this to my advantage of I’m going to survive a whole term before my circumcision in August!
After all, I have already convinced him that I am a Made man!
In the next few weeks, I keep my foreskin rolled back and in time it looks so much like a really circumcised dick I’m almost starting to believe that I really I’m circumcised!.. kikikikkkk…
This gives me confidence and in time, and after buying Madume plenty of bread, he begins to allow me into the shared communal shower boxes with him which ensures that nobody doubts that I’m actually circumcised!
All the while, I maintain a rolled back foreskin which in time begins to look like a really circumcised dick juu ya kuparara.
And that’s how I survived a whole term being a boy among men!
Everytime I need motivation in my life to deal with scary uncomfortable situations like interviews etc… I always remind myself of that first term.
Racism etc don’t scare me because one thing I learnt about life since then is that life owes you nothing and that only the strongest will survive.
You are Never a victim.
Victims die, Heroes survive against all odds!
You are a Hero!
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