Masaku Sevens? We did worse things at Kakamega Show

You would think the world is ending, because a bunch of teenagers drove to Machakos County, the place to be, for rugby and ended up engaging in a little extracurricular activity to spice up things. Come on, let young people make hay while the sun shines.

Those kids have brand-new livers, kidneys, hearts and lungs. Their ‘promulgation instruments’ are in tiptop shape. That will not always be the case. In a couple of years, the spirit will be willing, but the body won’t allow. Let the kids have a ball, and get balls (mimba).

Annoyingly, the people kicking a fuss are a bunch of oldies in their 40s. Their verdict? “We were not like that.” What a big, fat lie!

Let me tell you something. Those kids who were roaring drunk and trying to make babies by the roadside in Masaku did not come from the supermarket. We gave birth to them, raised them. Those things they are doing, they learnt from us, their parents, uncles and aunties.

If you think I am bonkers, reflect back to our days, when the likes of ‘Kakamega Show’ were the biggest thing in town. We may not have driven there because we didn’t have cars.

HALF NAKED

We may not have landed half naked because such clothing was not in vogue. We may not have indulged in expensive brew because we didn’t have the money.

But didn’t we go on the rampage? Didn’t we romp in the dark behind the Super Mazembe tent? Didn’t we get pregnant and go home with kaswende and all manner of sexually transmitted diseases? Weren’t we high on cheap brew? And boy, didn’t we brawl stupidly for no apparent reason and get knifed in the guts?

Our parents, who themselves conceived us behind grass thatched huts in village dances, thought we were devils. And in 30 years, those clowns who were doing it in public in Masaku will think their kids are satanic; that the world is ending.