Growing Up Was Fun

Growing up was fun,

Felt more invincible than Rambo when I held that pendelo gun,

No worries or concerns of this world,

If she was pretty and smiled at me, then she was my girl

Then was our time, then we lived

Which way did that life go, have our dreams been achieved?

No one plays Chidunu any more!

I used to love playing some sojo,

Woke up early, left the warm Guza for Chimbilibili,

Played Whyda with the girls without feeling silly,

I used to play Vobuta with bene Mimi and Niza

I used to eat vitumbuwa and toba mutwe like pizza,

Made wire cars that even Toyota couldn’t fix

Watched Van Damme and Chuck Norris movies from six to six,

Played in the dirt then avoided bathing,

Swam in the rain water when mother wasn’t watching,

Pomo dimba was only fun when it wasn’t me they were beating,

Enjoyed Waliandimu but when it was my turn I was always quitting

Loved eating lunch kwa ba neighbour even though they forbade me at home

Didn’t bother were supper was to come from,

Daddy was there, he was always able

And no matter what my mother always put food on the table,

So happy when sick because my father

Would go to the market and buy me a Fanta

That’s the only moment I got to drink it, apart from Christmas and New Year,

I miss many things today,

Times when I’d drink Ziggy with chi “Bunz” at dinner,

Long before we started calling it chi John Cena

When father would promise me a bicycle if I came out first in class,

Then never talk about it when I passed

When I thought he was paid only once and on Christmas because we ate chicken

And funny how that was back then

When I always told girls I loved them like cups of tea

Indeed, growing up was fun, what ever happened to me?

 

(My Intellect is Loud And Noisy – MILAN)