Show?

I got to be loosing my head, becoz it has been spinning round and round, reminds me of gran-ma alot, this one from Pa's side, but Pa's other mother, the one who shared the same pot with Pa's true mama. She was a christian alright, but she could spin the chakula uji, you might not know that, its the truer version of Busaa, you get the maize all springing out the young one, ferment it, roast it, and spin it, and Gran-ma just had the touch that could put Michael Power in doubts about his famous products, am not sure becoz i never tasted but from all those Gran-pas friends, I know she did it the best. What bring a smile to me mouth, is those moments when she would catch me stealing the fermented, maize, I mean you mix it with honey and ...there you go...some good protein, she would always insist that I would give birth to staggering babies, if I eat it, but you know Gran-ma could just say anything, and I would just do anything and get away with it, I miss her so!

Bak to this spinning, I have been sitting on that stone near Ikanta's house, counting and reading all the school buses that have paased through here. Its the SHOW I hear, so them schools bring them here. Must have gone to village schools coz, I know see a bus that the former Toro- promised us, we sang for him......all the way at the roadside though it was a whole day's walk to the road from the village, and we never before had seen motorcade. We sang like the Good Lord himself was coming down, and went bak to school hungry , but the bus was going to come, ileft it never came! So am counting the buses, Ikanta say we should plan to go to the show, big cows are always there....... city people always amaze me.....my fathers boma, has cows, they eat their grass by the lakeside, if I want to see a fat cow, Pa has cows. Sometimes I think Ikanta thinks am very shorthanded about the things that happen here, well she is better than Nita, atleast she weighs my opinions well, but she has to tell me whatelse me gone found in that show. Coz all i av seen is them buses with them scholl children pass...pass...pass.........but I will consider it...i mean going to the show, for some fat cows observation.

Well the mood here is glorious, Bobo's likes have started doing there rounds........ i know Nita and all her coffee....prestige, Aunt Nera and her Soya....me I just like anything goes.......but the likes of Bobo, sometimes i even think Bobo never brushes his teeth, he surely swallows down that bitter stuff, says since he started using it, he doesnt remember the last time he saw himself down with Malaria. Malaria or no malaria, his bones are protuding,, his eyes bulge out, his mouth is cracked, he has kaukad, but one man's meat is another man's stone, and Bobo's Friday is always the same, Drop it like its hot, Down with the Liquor, Top the dessert, And sleep like a log, the next day........and the weekend continues...........