So today as I was in my normal hustle routine, I entered a shop and saw pencil sharpeners!! This made me nostalgically remember my lower primary experience.
I was in class one and my pencils was really blunt. I had no guts to ku-gwarisha ukuta and my mama’s knife was very far. The only person who could save the situation was the only miss class who made everyone’s balls shrink due to her hype and class. She had transferred to our school from town and she was speaking English of nose when most of us only knew how to ng’oa fluently. She was clean, brown, had shoes, text books and to be exact, she was everything.
I gathered my family line courage to borrow a sharpener from her. She was in her moods that day because she told me nimpee pencil anichongee. When I was going back to pick it, she took the sharpener and gave it to me. I felt like Mswati akikagua guard of honor ya virgins though she gave me strict instructions. “Usipulize, sawa??” I nodded in acceptance and left for my desk. Nilichonga pencil vizuri though the girl eyes were stuck on me.
D.T.F - Devil Task Force invaded. How I pulizad the sharpener still remains a puzzle to present day but what happened was a thing I cant forget. I felt a slap land on my chubby cheeks and the echo really lasted. The whole class was at pin-drop silence and all eyes on me. She gave me that look that read ‘you stupid son of a bitch!!!’ The devils in me rose to the occasion. How could a girl slap me? I blew it like a ref’s final whistle and threw it out through the window. She rushed out to collect it as I sat down to chew. The teacher entered the class and greeted us. We responded and that’s when she knocked at the door. She was asked where she was coming from but she chose to keep quite. Our teacher was on heavy hunk-downs and he chose to shed some off. Alimuwekelea zake and nobody said a word. Kukatulia and the rest of schedule resumed.
By the way, were there izo umama za usipulize sharpener??