Back during the hey days when i was done with secondary education and after i obtained a national id card…i now thought and considered my self a man and could do anything without my parents complaining. I now disclosed to everyone in the village i used to drink and this was done by drinking upto midnight then we would go home singing all sorts of songs until no one bothered. My father in the morning would just look at my blood shot eyes in the morning then shake his head, then he would ask my mother ‘‘look at your son’’ By the way fellow why do fathers deny their sons when theey are in the wrong,…but praise them when they are doing good and brag to their friends ‘‘thats my son…ako Nairobi university ama eti alipata A-’’ As for for me i dont know why.
Back TO BHANG PLUS ALCOHOL,one me plus my crew decided w because we were somehow broke…we decided to drink the little we had then top up with the holy weed…so sisi how tukateremsha famous spirit ilikua inaitwa nyuki then tukaongeza saphire cane na safari cane kadhaa tena bila chaser a concept called direct injection by walevi sacco. Then on our way home tukawsha the holy weed na tukaanza safari ya kwenda home. By the time nilifika home around 11pm i found my parents still awake na oncce i entered the sitting room the smell of the holy weed was everywhere…mimi huyo nikistagger kitchen nikafangia the food yenye ilikua imebaki then before nivende i found my father kaa anateta why am abusing drugs akiwa zile za ‘’ angalia hii kichana yako venye inakaa…mimi i shouted to him leave my mother alone before i could finish vita nilipewa kwa hio sitting room siezi sahau…it took the intervention of my mother na pia yeye alipata slaps kadhaa…and because God couldn’t be everywhere he made mothers…my mother gave me a sufuria of milk ndio bangi zishuke…nikaichapa carpet na nikapiga sufuria teke moja anad i went to sleep…From that day i vowed never to combine Alcohol plus the holy weed…never and never
you abused a holy flower…weed is not a drug mate
i had taken several rolls by the time i arrived home…just imagine
Kuna vitu hufai kufanya ukiwa kwa mzazi. I would never drink and go to meet my mum.
hehe lesson learnt though
It depends on how you grew…nowadays i drink with my old mzee when i visit home akaniambia stori za kitambo
Na ukiwa nyumbani na utakikane emergency, u must attend, sisi tukiwa ocha, do I miss my supper because I cant meet mum n dad since nimeonja, yet everyone must eat in the same house, its only that u need to show respect at all times, if in a bad situation don’t go embarrassing parents but if u can control its okay, its only moderation
Wildfrank vuta weed pole pole, na ulete links za reggae tukatinge.
ital stick lazima…reggae tupatane temple ya warasta kesho…but in the meantime chukua iyo chune
Sande
Reta moja ya LORD LARO especially the rare chunes
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uvx_rD5edHE
this tune came out in the year 1970…laro was a pioneer in calypso music
It’s simple, calypso, a rhythm originally from Trinidad and Tobago, something like one of the putative parents of the regaee, is not what is said a compromised music.
SWADAKTA
It doesn’t matter but kwenda choo ya mzazi unukishe guiness na Mavi na mkojo is wrong from all angles.
alert everyone!thread derailing!
NGITI
I told you it depends on how you relate with your parents…that day i misbehaved
Bible apa ilipeana ruhusa. Si kupenda kwetu