If there is one person who shouldn’t complain about the current school’s unrest it should definitely be my sister Mugz. The girl had the priviledge of seeing us almost every Sunday and for your information we never visited empty handed. We always carried the fruits in season and as such it’s a okay to say the girl was so well nourished.
The idea to visit her brewed in our minds one Sunday evening after spending too much time in our Mississipi Cotton picking delta town. We called for a strategic meeting the strategic theme being how to kill boredom. We wrote down all the areas we could visit and Asusena said, “why not visit our sister at Mūrūgūrū.’ Who were we to argue with Asusena? Her cacophonic laughter was something that even our good ole man was unable to decipher where it came from or where it went. With such laughter, she could get away with almost anything. As such it was unanimously decided that Mūrūgūrū Secondary would be our saviour. Each and everyone was assigned their roles which included; looking and ripening bananas, mangoes, custard apples and avocadoes or any other fruit of the season.
On the material day, after Sunday school service which was always mandatory, we’d go home and feast on either Gītheri,Mītungo, Ngwacī or ngūnja matū. The descent to our Mississipi cotton picking Delta town began on a high note my the musical note though although come to think of it if it was a musical note then it’d in the leagues of Whitney Houston. Mwendo hukuwa ule wa aste aste like in our school debates, it was short, quick and deliberate strides with intent to arrive there in the least amount of time. I guess we would have turned out great in the boardroom, but do I say? The stars had other things aligned for us like writing these chronicles.
Now the most difficult part of the journey was the ascent from Marua to Muruguru. That hill known as gatī igūrū ensured that we never had any Murang’a ridges hanging around our waistlines. Talking of Murang’a ridges; I wish there would be an avalanche around my midriff just about right now. So we’d pass through various paths some which had signposts written, ‘ Mbwa Kali.’ I wonder if there were any dogs or just mongrels. Nevertheless we didn’t have an option but to walk on our tippy toes observing our ‘moments of silence’ as we maneuvred those areas fullfiling the saying, let the sleeping dog lie.
The best part of it came when we saw the ooh so green cypress fence of Muruguru Secondary school come to focus. Our young eyes could zoom better 300 mm lens unlike now when we see, ‘inji īmwe ta ngi. ‘ On seeing that fence we’d look at each other and share a smirk that only Archimedes ould relate to. Somehow not even the dust on our legs would dampen our spirits; we’d finally get to see our beloved sister. By this time, the things we’d carried had been reduced to half by our need to replenish our used up calories. Soon enough we’d be staring at our sister but for now our unplanned part of the whole plot stared back at us and it was back to the drawing board. How were we supposed to see her when it was not a visiting day?
We put our simple minds together like players do when about to start a game and voila there was a whole in the bucket. Sorry not a whole in the bucket like in that Harry Belafonte’s song. Haha and by the way, those boys who complain about girls who eat fare, you should hear his song, ‘Matilde.’ That girl was the original gangster. She didn’t eat fare; no she went to Harry’s place as planned but took all his money and left to Venezuela. I wonder why Harry left all his money in the mattress.
Sorry for deviating but after spotting the hole in the fence, it was action time. We looked at each other, and decided that Asusena had the longer neck and so the lot fell on her. Asusena being always up to any challenge thrown her way she positioned herself like swiper ready to swipe Dora’s backpack. We gave her a strategic thrust and she was able to spot some students sitting near the fence and like action time she whistled that low whistle. Yes, the one that boys in the villages used to summon gelz to ‘come to papa.’ The students turned towards the source of the whistle and Asusena used her hand to beckon the closest boy to ‘come to mama.’ No boy is able to resist a girl’s charmy smile, whether that girl be a baby or a golden girl. He approached our hole and we prayed that he wasn’t a prefect. We wouldn’t want to have our girl expelled now, would we? Once he arrived Asusena put on her best smile and kindly requested the boy to call Mugz. I think he was used to such things because he ran and soon came back with Mugz dearest. Mugz created us jovially even though we couldn’t be able to hug through the fence but we exchanged pleasantries and handed over the paraphanelia we’d brought. All the while the boy who’d brought her was scanning right and left like rotating light beams on a stage making sure she wasn’t caught. I think he knew he’d get a good share of the said paraphanelia.
Dear Mugz, I know if you were caught you’d definitely say like shaggy, ‘It wasn’t me.’