There was also 'chobo mangoto'. Woe unto you if you can't find a tree to shika.
We had dogs and during the hol's we would sit outside the gate and wait for passing kids so we can unleash dogs on them. We would have the dogs chase them while we ran after screeming 'Shikaaaaa' kamataaaa. All dogs were called 'busku,or Simba'.
Ooh and there was that game involving flipping pekele(bottle top) liners by blowing. That game made my cheeks hurt all the time from the continous blowing but I didn't care.
The most precious liners were those with colored pictures and one was ordinarily worth 10 regular one's. We would spend the all our spare time hanging around shops collecting the pekele's to get the liners. This always got me a beating,actually everything I did always got me a beating from the ever watching mom.
I guess if you can't win with facts,you can always pen bile-laced,xenophobic rants to distract everyone.
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