Of Laughter, Life and Fun Memories

I was born in one of the small towns in Kenya called Narok meaning ‘dark water’. From here on out, I will be telling stories of my childhood and the journey travelled to this point.

Picture a valley, with a stream running down the middle. It is green all around, and eerily quiet.
My

siblings and I are walking through the valley on a crispy Sunday morning headed to church. It’s nearly a 40 minute walk, but with the shortcut through the valley we should make it in 30minutes.

We'd giggle and walk along. Being the last of a family of four, being duped was my daily routine. My brother asks me to get him some leaves from a specific shrub. Knowing this is not an ordinary request I still agree!! Talk of naivety. I pluck the leaves and immediately my fingers are on fire. I was duped into plucking the leaves so many times to this day I do not understand why it took me so long to realize it was a joke! Every Sunday the same joke, and every Sunday I would fall for it.

This was long before some of the technology we take for granted today existed, at least for us. A time when the first person I knew to have a mobile phone was the IT! We would go home after church and for some reason I waited eargerly to watch the NBA! Now, I cannot tell you anything about basketball. I know nothing about the game, but every Sunday I would religiously watch and my favorites were the Lakers. Yes, no reason behind it but they were. I guess it was the idea that there was a place that was so different from what I knew. Where a normal game was such a big deal we had to watch it in Narok. Now, I went to the city every now and then, but it still wasn't what I was seeing on TV. I remember being taken to see the Christmas lights on the malls as a kid and going to the airport to look at planes leaving. 

Those were the good old days.