These song these song these song I tells ya reminds me of the the last days of high school...excitement of clearing fourth form. Is there any sweeter feeling than that in this here our Kwinyan Republic?
-No more terrible food
-No more waking up at ungodly hours to study
-No more imprisonment in classes and preps from morning to night
-No more crazy teachers, some with crazy shrubs and opinions
-No more study worthless junk like Organic Chemistry (COOOH=OH) that to this day I have not used even one jot or tittle of
I remember my last day kapsaaaa in school. We were the first ones to leave because our clusters had subjects that were tested early, meaning we left most of our peers rotting in the school waiting for their final papers. I will never forget that day ritru bit ritru bit. Sunny afternoon, bidding my buddy M.K. adios by the school field from the battered car window. Decades on..I have never seen him again since that day. The watchman saying "Kwaheri ya kuonana" at the gate. And those prison gates disappearing behind me forever. Sweet joy! These song these song these song I tells ya was playing on "cassette" in the car...
I later watched Mo Money the movie that year...reminds me sana of those ndays, those ndays, those ndays I tells ya. To be young, carefree, with your whole life ahead of you is something else, man. Then began the quest to escape Moi's Kwiinya and head to the land of milk and honey- USA (so I thought back then)!
