I sometimes laugh and even get ashamed when I start telling or even writing my childhood stories! We were born two, and for that case I have my elder brother called Asingwire David. My dad is called Rev. George Wilson Irumba and my Mum is Edry Kabahinda. Having born only two boys, It was only two of us doing household cores {of course assisting mum in such}. These cores included among others washing plates and clothes, cleaning the house, cooking, grinding millet, also digging, fetching water and firewood plus grazing goats. My brother used to like all other work other than grazing goats and as for me, grazing goats was my favourite.
One time I had taken goats for grazing, I think I was in my primary six by then! We used to have a very stubborn goat which we had nicknamed Ganyenda. It used to isolate itself from the rest and go to graze alone. It used to anger me because dad used to beat me because the goat used to eat people’s crop without my notice, and people had a lot of mudomo mudomo. They used to report me because of that goat.
One day! Ganyenda disappeared from the rest. I searched for it all over but all in vain. I was grazing with my friends, it was getting dark and they wanted to leave me alone in the bush going home. I pleaded with them to wait for some minutes as I search for the goat. Eventually I found it in someone’s maize garden feasting. I was full of anger and anger.. beyond control and imagination... I had to run to it to catch it at least. After almost 30 minutes of running, falling in pits, I eventually caught it by hands ... of course it got tired as well as my self. I took it to my friends and they were surprised because it was not easy to catch a goat while in the bush grazing. Out of anger, I tired it to a tree with a rope. Went to the nearest bush and brought a bunch of sticks. I gave it over 2 dozens of hard strokes!! Hmmn, I was crazy at that!!. I untied it and it went home running and making a lot of noise like a hungry lion. I started fearing because I thought it would die or even my friends would report me to my Mum who would in turn give me showers or a rain of strokes too. I was fortunate enough that non of the two happened. From that time Ganyenda feared me!
The Fight with my Elder Brother
It was another day while in my primary school! I and my brother David used to sleep in my Dad’s Bedroom when ever he was not around. He didn’t know and my mum couldn’t tell him of such. There happened to be to beds. One time, my dad was not around that night and it was my turn to sleep in his bed. But what my brother did, He ate supper very quickly, bathed and run very fast to my dad’s bed and yet it was not his turn to sleep there. I went direct to the bed room and lifted my elder brother and took him out of the bed room. My mum got surprised at that but she kept quite even though my brother went to his bed crying.
Something happened at night, While sleeping at around 1:00 am, Knock.. Knock.. Knock..! It was at the door. My mum asked, who is that? My Dad answered it me. I immediately realized that I was in Dad’s bed and he had come back without our notice therefore it was trouble on my side. I hurriedly rushed from his bed on reaching the door I realized I had forgotten my blanket on his bed and went back to pick it. And because my brother had slept angry. He also rushed very quickly to open for my dad in order for him to find me still sleeping. No sooner had I reached the door of the Bed room than my dad was entering the bed room. You can Imagine what happened. ‘’And you’’ dad asked. ‘’Its me’’ I replied. ‘’Where are you coming from?’’ He asked. Shaking and almost crying, I replied ‘’Dad am very sorry, tonight I slept in your bed... bra bra..’’. My mum and brother were all laughter. Dad said it’s okay and held my hand together with my blanket and bed sheets and took me back to his bed. We slept together that night but I recall I didn’t sleep well that night. I was on headlines the next day with my brother and mum making a lot of fun of me and what happened at night. Till then I decided to grow up and to never sleep in my dad’s bed any more. We meet again on my next blog concerning my Secondary school experience!
One time I had taken goats for grazing, I think I was in my primary six by then! We used to have a very stubborn goat which we had nicknamed Ganyenda. It used to isolate itself from the rest and go to graze alone. It used to anger me because dad used to beat me because the goat used to eat people’s crop without my notice, and people had a lot of mudomo mudomo. They used to report me because of that goat.
One day! Ganyenda disappeared from the rest. I searched for it all over but all in vain. I was grazing with my friends, it was getting dark and they wanted to leave me alone in the bush going home. I pleaded with them to wait for some minutes as I search for the goat. Eventually I found it in someone’s maize garden feasting. I was full of anger and anger.. beyond control and imagination... I had to run to it to catch it at least. After almost 30 minutes of running, falling in pits, I eventually caught it by hands ... of course it got tired as well as my self. I took it to my friends and they were surprised because it was not easy to catch a goat while in the bush grazing. Out of anger, I tired it to a tree with a rope. Went to the nearest bush and brought a bunch of sticks. I gave it over 2 dozens of hard strokes!! Hmmn, I was crazy at that!!. I untied it and it went home running and making a lot of noise like a hungry lion. I started fearing because I thought it would die or even my friends would report me to my Mum who would in turn give me showers or a rain of strokes too. I was fortunate enough that non of the two happened. From that time Ganyenda feared me!
The Fight with my Elder Brother
It was another day while in my primary school! I and my brother David used to sleep in my Dad’s Bedroom when ever he was not around. He didn’t know and my mum couldn’t tell him of such. There happened to be to beds. One time, my dad was not around that night and it was my turn to sleep in his bed. But what my brother did, He ate supper very quickly, bathed and run very fast to my dad’s bed and yet it was not his turn to sleep there. I went direct to the bed room and lifted my elder brother and took him out of the bed room. My mum got surprised at that but she kept quite even though my brother went to his bed crying.
Something happened at night, While sleeping at around 1:00 am, Knock.. Knock.. Knock..! It was at the door. My mum asked, who is that? My Dad answered it me. I immediately realized that I was in Dad’s bed and he had come back without our notice therefore it was trouble on my side. I hurriedly rushed from his bed on reaching the door I realized I had forgotten my blanket on his bed and went back to pick it. And because my brother had slept angry. He also rushed very quickly to open for my dad in order for him to find me still sleeping. No sooner had I reached the door of the Bed room than my dad was entering the bed room. You can Imagine what happened. ‘’And you’’ dad asked. ‘’Its me’’ I replied. ‘’Where are you coming from?’’ He asked. Shaking and almost crying, I replied ‘’Dad am very sorry, tonight I slept in your bed... bra bra..’’. My mum and brother were all laughter. Dad said it’s okay and held my hand together with my blanket and bed sheets and took me back to his bed. We slept together that night but I recall I didn’t sleep well that night. I was on headlines the next day with my brother and mum making a lot of fun of me and what happened at night. Till then I decided to grow up and to never sleep in my dad’s bed any more. We meet again on my next blog concerning my Secondary school experience!
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