AoB 14rd April 2021

Mwalimu-G

Mwalimu-G

Elder Lister
The innocence of children

Dinner Party
April 13, 2021
My wife and I hosted a dinner party for many of our old friends, some of whom we hadn’t seen for years.
Everyone was encouraged to bring their children and grandchildren along as well.
All throughout dinner, Emma, my wife’s best friend’s four-year-old granddaughter kept staring at me.
This beautiful little girl could hardly eat her food for staring at me.
I checked my shirt for spots, felt my face for food, and patted my hair in place, but nothing stopped her from staring at me.
Finally, I asked her, “Emma, why are you staring at me so?”
Everyone at the table had noticed her behavior also, and the table went quiet, waiting for her response.
Little Emma said, “I just wanna see how you drink like a fish.”
 
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Mwalimu-G said:
The innocence of children

Dinner Party
April 13, 2021
My wife and I hosted a dinner party for many of our old friends, some of whom we hadn’t seen for years.
Everyone was encouraged to bring their children and grandchildren along as well.
All throughout dinner, Emma, my wife’s best friend’s four-year-old granddaughter kept staring at me.
This beautiful little girl could hardly eat her food for staring at me.
I checked my shirt for spots, felt my face for food, and patted my hair in place, but nothing stopped her from staring at me.
Finally, I asked her, “Emma, why are you staring at me so?”
Everyone at the table had noticed her behavior also, and the table went quiet, waiting for her response.
Little Emma said, “I just wanna see how you drink like a fish.”
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Is this an excerpt from the book "A Legacy of Democracy and Development" by a certain African politician?
 
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After a five day field trip to Marsabit and Isiolo, we were dropping a colleague at his Majengo house when he exclaimed - ala? kwangu hakuna curtain- in wonder like someone in a bad dream. True his house was dark with a single bulb on in the bedroom but without curtains.
We were about to dismiss when he pleaded please nipelekeni nione ni nini. We climbed upstairs and the front door was open, no furniture except his bibles and other Christian literature strewn on the floor (he had once been a pastor who backslid and developed a taste for 3rd generation brews).
In the bedroom floor lay his suit jackets, shirts and trousers; all carefully worked on with trousers either in the armpit or between the legs. We could not find the cut out patches.
The malice artist had also ensured everything was wet.
We left our friend sitting on the stairs with his head between his knees.
 
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