When Kenya was Kenya…

 You remember  those days, the days when things were simpler, back then when newspapers were black and white and everybody listened to  KBC. Those were the days when KANU was mama na baba. Those were the days when Kenya was Kenya, those were the days before tribalism, back then people with cars gave pedestrians lifts, back then carjacking had not been invented. My parents told me they used to sleep with the doors to the house open, today you leave your doors open you will be robbed and even the door will be stolen.

You see back then, the world was obvious, The shopkeeper was called Mary, The Milkman was called Josephat, The Bus driver was Mr Kamau and every secretary was called Jane......Now the world has changed, the envelop shop has been closed, Bread is no longer called Boflo, we no longer read whispers, not because the World has changed but because he is a bit dead, in fact he is totally dead  and that’s sad.

Today the world is a bit more sophisticated, we no longer listen to KBC, everything has changed. You see back then, the world was obvious, The shopkeeper was called Mary, The Milkman was called Josephat, The Bus driver was Mr Kamau and every secretary was called Jane. In the days gone everybody said hi  and the post office was still in fashion. Now the world has changed, the envelop shop has been closed, Bread is no longer called Boflo, we no longer read whispers, not because the World has changed but because he is a bit dead, in fact he is totally dead  and that’s sad.

You see all these started when women found trousers and men started having ideas. Before we knew it everybody had gone mad and the doctors don’t even realize we are all mad, but I don’t  blame women wearing trousers, I blame MEN WITHOUT HAIR.