Growing Up

 

 

 The dream of every young person is to make it in life. Education as an African is one aspect that is particularly loved by parents. Having grown up in a split family setting is was a bit  hard to fully concentrate on education.My day typically worked like this growing up.

I would wake up at 5 am; not me actually waking up but my grand-dad would enter my room pull the blanket of my bed and the shivering cold of the morning would wake up. Instantly I would hear " Amka" Wake Up. That was perhaps the most dreadful thing I would hear and I would know it would come. Sometimes I would try to be sneaky and wake up before the bed sheet pulling but that would not work for long since most days I would sleep.I would wake up sluggishly start preparing and head to the sitting where my grandad would have the tea ready. 

When my granddad woke me up he had a particular routine. He would wake me up, place the boil the tea and immediately head to the outside toilet. He never knew we knew he smoked so he would make an effort to take a few puffs in the toilet outside and when done come back to the house and continue making tea. He would make tea while also preparing on what to wear. His clothes were ironed in the beginning of the week so now it was just wearing.I would then hurry drink the tea and leave.

We would use public transport. The place where we would board the public transport was a bit far, we would walk for about 15 minutes. The most interesting thing about the whole experience we used to have a matatu that used to carry specific people and each person had their own place of sitting. For the longest time we used to use the matatu to school. As for me I had a specific place where I used to sit daily. I used to sit on the lap of a  certain woman whom I currently cant remember but that was my sitting position. Not the most ideal but it worked.

Part 2 Tomorrow