There was this booklet that had compilation of the Best/Worst KCPE Composition and Insha's for the preceding years. Cant place its' name tho! Now there was this insha which one was supposed to write starting with the words...........Ilikuwa siku ya ijumaa na mipango yote ilikuwa imekamilika.............Now this bugger who had scored 01/40 and recieved an entry on this book had repeated this entire line in his two pages of his insha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1Anyone kumbuka that insha?

During those gud ol'days,there was this local car invention that we used to call it 'BETA' i remember it very well like it was just yesterday cos i have several life time marks on me that symbolised my activities with the ki-thing.farthermore,as i can recal my mother used to pounce on me like every time i came in after that joyfull ride,reason is that all my clothes used to look like the boy in the jic advert.At one time she got tired of sawing my shorts shirt and decided to pimisha kaki's,(swa)they were soo tough close to canvas(chandarua)just to teach me a lesson which i did.(kirks give me creeps)

All that starts well,ends well.

I remember when we used to follow a gent and a lady walking together on the road in the evenings listening to their conversation while hiding. When they stopped walking and talked in whispers,we used to know that 'that time has finally come'. Then they would stroll down to the bush. The lady gets a lesso from her handbag and lies on a coffee bench,then the gent removes the trouser and starts.....Then since we were always having the naughty small gals in our midst,we would begin to test if it can work with us,the same way.....

tash

I remember those days after facing the knife. The holigaan women ('ciirunde') who used to visit you in the 'cube' with those jammas. Then they will begin to lift their thighs so you can see the interior. All of a sudden your small leg starts to react to the film. The more it wakes up,the more the threads stretch and the more the pain..you sweat my friend..really sweating..you really pray that the small leg does not show up and it cools down..but wapi?....it completely refuses to come down....oops...bad one this one

tash

nice thread indeed.

. . . . remember how (mostly) boys used to be filthly,eating dirt blah blah . . . the resultant effects were some whitish eelworms (njoka),that were ejected from behind in their tens.

. . . i used (and many did) get into bathroom. i had a phobia for water,and i would make gnashing sounds so that anyone around would think i was bathing,but nay,the water in basin lay centimetres away.

. . . .. and finally,how i was introduced to f*%king at the tender age of a nursery school innocent. senior step cousin would get her partner,unzip my kathing and and put in. he would hold my b*%%cks and try it out,but alas,hakangesimama!



mwana wa kahii. . . . .