I`m sure that i speak for a lot of Rebellious Reformed Teenagers here when i talk about some of us that in our puberty felt so misunderstood that we took some drastic measures in our “cry for help” that more often than not was misunderstood for “kuharibiwa”, etc…
Me; i happen to fit into this demography of the “Misunderstood” … I still am!..
So,here i was nimemaliza Fourth form after god knows how many suspensions and near Expulsions But i had reformed into a Prefect by the time i was in Fourth form… a Dining Hall Prefect at that!..
My parents stood by me and they suffered the humiliation of having to bring me back after every “suspension”…(Bless them!) and they always supported me.
Lakini sasa i have cleared Fourth form and i am stuck at home and i am struggling to live by parent`s rules seeing that i have always been independent since Primary school when i first went to Boarding school.
Kidogo i start rebelling against my own parents and in time nikaona afathali nihepe home nikajikalishe man-solo huko getto near where we used to live.
Sisemi ati nimetoka Onyonka ama Otiende but Ki-Beach was the next best choice and feeling all Rebellious i knew a few kauzis from “Beach” wenye walikuwa na mishoni za kupata job za Mjengo.
So in time i got a Mjengo job as a mtu wa mikono that paid 500 bob kila Saturday and that was more than enough to pay my monthly rent of 400 bob in a one room nyumba ya matope that i had got through some buddy!
My dad is Old school and so he decided that if i didn`t need his help,then i should basically Fuck-off!..
Hatambui kubembeleza…
Cut to the Chase!..
Siku moja or rather,a week after some serious toiling on a job that took us to Karen every morning on the back of some Isuzu Direct injection Truck, mshenzi Foreman refuses to pay us citing difficulties with the owner so we have to work another full week bila mshande !..
The Tragic comedy comes on the following Tuesday of non-payment and that is when i had TOTALLY run out of cash so i left my matope cubicle bila breakfast and spent the whole day digging trenches na ubao!..
Haki ya nani by afternoon i collapsed twice and all the while the other Mjengo guys winding me up about being a “Barbie” who had a choice of returning home to Mummy!..
The Foreman on this mjengo took pity on me and he gave us all an “advance” of 200 bob each!
We still can`t spend it juu we are in the middle of Karen na hakuna Kiosk etc. anywhere near us but as soon as we landed back into our Neighborhood,sisi wote tulienada straight kwa kiosk ya Mandazi na chai and the funniest thing i always remember is that when the waiter brought the 4 mandazis and a mug of tea that i had ordered, i felt the unmistakable warmth of Tears rolling down my cheeks!..
A few days Later i went back home begging for forgiveness…
Thankfully,i was forgiven and the rest is History!