Don’t you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?

My childhood was amazing to say the least. I did everything I wanted to do and looking back, I went through each phase. It was an interesting one. I was recently thinking about it all and it just brought a smile to my face.


My parents were somewhat strict growing up. For them, it was all about “spare the rod, spoil the child.” I mean, you would never get away with a mistake. You had to face the consequences of all your actions. Even with this, I would still sneak around and I remember mum once chasing me around the house to give me a good beating. Dad on the other hand, was a little more organized in how he punished you. You would get a maximum of three strokes, depending on the mistake. There was one for making a mistake once, I forget the word used, then there was two for disobedience and three for rebellion. There were times though especially as I grew older I was properly caned weh. So long as our feet were under his table, dad would say we had to toe the line. Well, age has caught up with them and so has the disciplining part. I am not so sure if their grandchildren will be spared though 😀

Birds and bees

My elder sister (will do a piece on her soon) and I recently met up and we were talking about our memories together. She reminded me of the time we were given the birds and bees talk, just the two of us. It was all in black and white. No words were censored. I doubt if our younger siblings got that. But yes, being the older kids, we did.


We were an English speaking family. English is my first language, and dad always ensured that we spoke it well so as to grow in our vocabulary. Every time we would make noise, he would be like, “speak in English please.” And we would all go silent because well, a mixture of English and Swahili is how we expressed ourselves. I attribute my wide vocabulary and fluency in English to my father.


Sundays were my favorite days. I would look forward to Sundays because after the service, we would all go for lunches. My parents ensured that we got exposure when it came to going to these high end restaurants. We would do Chinese these Sunday, Indian the next, and another favorite restaurant we used to go to where we tried out different things. I haven’t been to all restaurants, but exposure in terms of what starters, main meals and desserts, I am a pro.

Best experience ever

Something I look back and smile even more is when we took our first flight. This experience has always remained with me. You know it’s not every day that you get to board an airplane, especially because airfare is usually well, on the high side. I still remember it like it was yesterday. It was epic.

See when I tell you my childhood was interesting? I still haven’t mentioned my childhood friends who used to come play with me at home. We turned into close friends and even crushes at some point. As we have grown up, we have gone our separate ways. Then there was every year when my parents would go abroad, the gifts they came back with were the best part.

In the happiest of our childhood memories, our parents were happy, too.


Let's be friends. Let's hang out every week, catch up, and just have a good time.

PS: Tell a friend to tell a friend where we meet ?

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