So today am working from home and this brat, a boy of about 12 jumps over my back wall at about 12PM to chuna those yellow yellow fruits called (loquits?? no time to gugu right spelling).
Now this troop of boys has been doing that for some time, jumping over the wall and making my backyard their playground like its some government property. There’s a big kijiji across the road, and you can imagine the number of children in my backyard sometimes - like 15, including gals, making all kind of noises.
THEY HAVE EVEN BROKEN THREE PANES ON MY HOUSE IMAGINE, I GUESS WHEN THEY ARE THROWING STONES AND STUFF UP THE TREE.
Over the last three weeks I’ve been asking the kids to send in three big boys at the same time to chuna for all of them, after getting my permission or that of another adult in the house, to no avail. I have told them its wrong to jump into somebody’s compound in such large numbers without permission and that amounts to stealing. The kids don’t care. They just jump over and make a racket. The other day I was called at work and was called to ask the watchman to chase them off - they were making a mess of everything!
In the new legal dispensation, am also afraid that if any of the kids falls down the wall or the tree, the law could be against me. And there’s that distant possibility of a rogue parent accusing me or a male resident of my home of DFHKM their galchild, who in fact would have been defiled by a bigger boy…
So today there I am, trying to reply to emails and this noisy kid jumps in and goes up the tree like he owns it. He shouts to his pals out there and starts making a racket that awakes a baby in the house.
I JUST SNAPPED.
I got hold of the boy and gave him those very painful michunos that our mothers used to give us kwa cheeks na neck. The boy started howling like crazy. Nikamchuna some more and he howled and howled mpaka a small crowd of other boys and gals gathered up the wall on the other side to watch.
The boy climbed up the wall and disappeared.
Now the trouble is, I CANT EVEN ANSWER THE EMAILS. I CANT WORK. I FEEL LIKE A MONSTER.
Am not sure I did the right thing in chunaring the boy. AM I MONSTER?
(For the record, I only chunad ile without nails.)