Thirty years!! How time flies.
I woke up to hear the milk man and mother having an argument because he wanted to be paid there and then and mommy wanting to pay"tomorrow" when she went to the bank and withdrew mushara.
For the babies here, there was no mpesa, cellphones, atms or any other means of instant payment. Also there was no daytime television.
When daddy joined the foray, he was informed by the milkman that sirikal iko mikononi mwa wanajeshi.
VOK English service was faint but BBC was loud and clear. I got a new vocabulary that day
Coup De ta. We spent the rest of the day arguing on how the word was spelt and what it meant.
Life went on kama kawaida. Such are the joys of living upcountry.
Oh. And I was Thirteen years of age.