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  8:23 am.   It's a few days after Christmas, unajua hizo siku zenye uko autopilot tu, waiting for 31st, upige nduru yako safi, or light up fireworks? It's the 30th, you would think nimetulia, at peace ju niko home, wrong! My mum ananipigia msomo on and on. I want to tell her, it's too early for this bana, chill! Najua nikiongea tu hivi, itakuwa a full blown argument, so I let her be. She is talking about stuff like mbona hauna bibi na watoto sahii?  She goes, nini unangoja? Angalia fulani, si mko age moja? Watu age yako wako na boma already! Tangu umalize campus, sijaona pahali hio masomo imekusaidia… She goes on and on chewing me off. In my head niko zile za Get back get back, you don't know me like that, talking a whole lotta shit I ain't trying to hear.  At that point, I even started regretting mbona nilishow up at home, at all, ningekaa kwangu tu. I'm getting pissed with each minute that passes from my mum chewing me off, mara comparing me to my cousins, ma...

In my prime.


          Kuna hizi silhouettes za a popular figure zimekuwa zikinimaliza ajab, plus story ya Baltazar Engonga ikatokea, that legend, singlehandedly putting his country on the map. The last time I heard anything concerning that country was many years ago, when I was in primary. Kidogo nisahau kuwawekea story mfurahie. 


Anyway, nilikuwa nimejipata nimepitia thread ya “in my prime” kwa social media, sikumbuki kama ni TikTok ama Twitter, a few days prior ndio nikakumbuka hii story, after kushangazwa na revelations za watu, particularly, what people's daughters did in their prime.




I had an ordeal in the hands of my own mother twenty-five years ago that I have failed to forget. Back in the day kuna wale wazee walikua wakizunguka vitongoji duni wakinunua "chupa na debe" n old stainless steel sufurias. The pioneers of Mari kwa Mari, or old skull Mari kwa Mari. 


(For context and for those who don't know, 

Mari kwa Mari are people who go around estates looking for old stuff that people no longer use, in exchange for new stuff. 

A barter exchange of sorts, or if you don't have old stuff you can exchange the new stuff for cash.)


So siku moja, after new year imepita na siku kadhaa nikapata idea. Kuna tusufuria twa mathey tulikuwa tumechapa and she had been using them na kuku , ducks and turkey zake, I mean zetu, kuzifeed na kuziekea maji ya kunywa.

The entrepreneur in the making in me ikaonelea, acha niuzie wadebe alaf ninunulie my mum tutatu hivi mpya as a new year present. Kupelekea mzee wa malimali, akachunguza, akazipondaponda na kunipea three bob. Sema kupigwa na butwaa, akaniuliza kama nataka anirudishie sufuria zangu sikumjibu nikajua my fate was sealed. Nikakubali three bob yangu shingo upande. 


I was expecting more lakini haidhuru, it is what it is. The next day ni kama nilikuwa na bahati ama vipi, mathey alisahau kupea kuku, ducks, na turkey maji so hakujua if sufuria ziko ama haziko. 

Mambo ilianza kuchemka venye alituma one of my siblings aende akazilishe, akasema haoni sufuria. Mathey akatoka nje akajionee mwenyewe. Vile alitoka, akashangaa kwani sufuria zimeenda wapi? Kiasi ndio huyo mtu wa chupa na debe nikamskia na huko nje. Nikajua hapa mimi kwisha. 


Mathey kwa pilka pilka za kutafuta akaamua kutoka nje akakutana na huyo msee. Msee akiwa very excited akamuuliza unaweza kuwa na sufuria zingine kama zenye kijana yako aliniuzia jana. Mathey after amestuka akamwingiza ndani akamuuliza kijana mgani wangu, tebu nionyeshe, gaidi akanipoint. 

Ushawahi sweat haga wewe? 

Mimi kwisha! 

Hio jioni ile kichapo nilichapwa sitawahi sahau.

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  1. Ningekuwa mathey ningeuliza uliuza pesa ngapi na juu alikupee 3 bob mathey angempiga pia 😆😆😆😆🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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  2. Oee, lakini wee mzee, 3bob at that time ilikuwa excess 😅

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  3. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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  4. In kawangware we used to call it woi...unavuta hio wo and then I is still the same and wueh 😂😂😂😂 my classmate Fidel got it bad acha tu

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