The weekend is finally here and I am seated here thinking about writing something to give you all company over the weekend. One article per week is in full throttle. The wheels that set motion a couple of months ago have really caught steam and the collection I have now is commendable. Feel free to drop me an email if you want all the articles I have already written sent to you.
Recollecting all my childhood escapades isn’t an easy task but I will nonetheless give it a try. One beautiful evening with Viva, we start talking about some of the things we did as kids and voila, the idea of an article is born. If you grew up in a very big family, then I believe you are very much with me and if it was one of those Sunday mornings in church, I would be excepting a big Amen!
I have come to understand democracy as the government of the people for the people by the people and based on this definition, I have never seen a more democratic government put in place by a bunch of youngsters (read my siblings). I can’t recall who chaired the meeting that put in place a law renaming the upper most loaf of bread to TRANSPORT. But a bill was passed that whoever was lucky to go buy bread every morning or evening would be paid handsomely with the first upper loaf (happens to be the most delicious😋 ) as a bonus for the energy dispensed in the process of going to buy it. The race was therefore on every morning to grab the money, sprint in a Usain Bolt like fashion to the nearest bread seller and have the much coveted transport (loaf) added to your share of loaves. It was that simple and everyone adhered to the rules with no qualms. I can see many of you relating here 😁😁
Is it me or everyone else but as a kid I enjoyed company of other kids irrespective of the trouble they often led me into. One such trouble arrived one day when over five nephews of mine came to visit for a couple of days. It was total chaos as you would expect from having more than ten kids around the house. Jeez, you might be asking yourself how that is even possible but yes ten rowdy youngsters under the same roof. There were no computers then and innovative as we were, we decided to invent our ‘Close Combat’ kind of game. The rules were simple, there was a garage with old cars that we decided to use as a battlefield and everyone was supposed to gather as many stones as possible and whoever smashed the biggest number of windows and wind screens would be crowned the ultimate champion. It was a thirty minute fun activity as there were celebrations for everyone that hit their targets and groans for whoever missed. All hell broke loose when a dark tall guy fast approached to where we had set our sniper rifles and ammunition (read stones), bundled everyone and took us to Dad. The charge presented to the court martial was that we had shattered close to twelve vehicles. All along, we were under the impression that the cars in the old garage were dumped there and wouldn’t be used again. As a matter of fact, we were of the view that we were accelerating their recycling process only to be shocked when the owner claimed that they were in good condition. Talk of having eggs in our faces! Trust me, you don’t want to do a grave mistake especially when your dad is a military guy as we were about to find out… As they say the rest is history🤒
Some kids are born with a business acumen while others just don’t possess any and it is very hard to tell what group I belonged to but I will leave that judgment to you. There was a time when I was asked by mother to go and stand in for our shop attendant who was on leave that day. I was eleven years old then and went excitedly to make some money a la Wolf of Wall Street. After something like two hours, I had sold stuff worth exactly two thousand Rwandan francs and in my mind that was enough to pay for my retirement on an island in the Bahamas. So, I quickly closed shop and ran home to tell them how much money I had made in just two hours. Upon seeing me, everybody thought that I was robbed or something since I came in much earlier than expected and everyone was guffawing as I mentioned how much dimes I had made. Just wondering if I could have made the grade in Business School!
It would take days to write everything that happened during my childhood but I believe that some of what I just mentioned has brought up some sweet memories of each and every one reading this article. I conclude by leaving some quotes on childhood below.
“Childhood means simplicity. Look at the world with the child’s eye - it is very beautiful.”- Kailash Satyarthi
“If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older.” - Tom Stoppard