Songs or should I say music is medicine to the heart. Now there’s just one drawback to that.When you don’t know the lyrics and you have to eat the teeth or better still cook up your own. For example this song, ‘my night nurse’ I used to sing, ‘my nightmares’ 🤣 Then there’s this song we used to sing during assembly pale Primo about how the prodigal son got an epiphany and declared, ‘nami nataabika hapa, nashiriki na nguruwe.’ which means I’m suffering here fellowshipping with pigs. What we used to hear though was completely offline, ‘nami natapika hapa, na shilingi na nguruwe.’ Behold I’m throwing up here with a shilling and a pig.’🤣
Now there’s also the other level madness where we’d swap the lyrics to a song. My brothers converted a song that says, ‘caitani ndangīhota kūnyita na mīrimū kana magerio’ to ‘caitani ndangīhota kūnyita na mūtoka kana mūithikiri, ona angīkīrwo mathagu ombūke, we mūcuba wakwa ūndongorie.’ Which means the devil can’t get a hold of me whether by car or by bicycle, even if he’s put wings like Deadalus and Icarus my dear bottle guide me.’ My sister Mugz in all her childhood innocence ran to Gramz and said shosh shosh I have a song i’d like to sing for you. Shosh was like go ahead dear one. Mugz cleared her throat and was like doh, reh, mi, fah, sooooo…. Caitani……. Before she finished the first line she saw granny picking a piece of firewood and thought that granny was about to go warm for her the sweet leftover porridge, wueeh the next thing she heard made her run like lightning in a hurry screaming at the top of her voice. Well granny was not able to get a hold of her though 🤣 just like in the song. I guess you could say It was like that my story of a coat of khaki color.
#StillTheChronicler.
An epiphany.
