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Baby Drago’s diary: Back to the boondocks

  I am very happy with my cousin Laila who is two and a half years (Shutterstock)

So now with no more ‘Heaven’ nursery, and my mummy scared of ‘19’ in the city, me Baby Drago, I have found myself back in ushago, with my shosho and ntagu.

But there is also my Auntie Faye, who keeps saying she is working from home. Her hubby Blackie, who is big and black and likes to drink colours called ‘Black & White.’ My other aunties Philo and Emma, and my nanny Alicia also came!

But I am very happy my uncle Brayo, cousins Saul, 8, Nathan, 6, and cousin Laila who is two and a half years are here also; and also did I told you that I turn into three years next week?

I am also a little sad that my mummy, my daddy, and my big sister Milan stayed in Nairobi. Mummy had job to go, my Daddy had works to do, and Milan did not feel like coming ushago (I heared her telling Alicia ‘huko ushago hakuna Internet’ and ‘usiambie Mom ama Buda’).

Mummy was at job, but Daddy was working from home (as always) so I ran and telled him: ‘Milan has said ushago has not have ...’, but I couldn’t remember alikuwa amesema nini mwisho, so I just repeat ‘ushago hasn’t have ...’ then gave up.

Anyway, here in ushago, my aunties Faye, Philo and Emma wake up to do one hour exercise in the large garden in-front of my ntagu’s house. Auntie Philo, who is big, uses me as something called ‘weights’ as Aunt Emma uses Laila as also weights.

Afterwards, we eat nduma and maziwa or uji for breakfast. At first, I cried to Alicia to give me ‘yogi yogi na bix’ (yoghurt and Weetabix) like she do at home.

‘Hio ni chakula ya Nairobi, Baby Drago,’ my shosh said. ‘Over here you will eat very healthy food like mash and managu’ (when I first saw my grandpa eating that green and brown mash last December in the backyard, I rushed to the sitting room and shouted: ‘Ntagu ana kula poo poo,’ but now I am used to it).

In the morning I run and play with Nathan and Saul, eat mash and managu at lunch, then siesta.

After that we are woken up, and Aunt Fayie, Laila’s mother, puts salsa for us to dance. Always she is saying: ‘Mi nilikuwa mnoma salsa nikiwa Campus, lakini siku hizi nimenona’ (Uncle Blackie, sipping his colours, always says ‘sweetie, aki hujanona!’).

Sometimes when I miss my Mummy and Daddy, I will go sit on the sofa, and try not to cry. Mommy called me on Monday, and said she and my daddy will be coming to see me at Easter.

‘... alafu tena next weekend after that na keki kubwa sana for your third birthday, Drago.’

I have been shouting all week ‘Mummy yangu na Daddy wanakuja Friday na cake KUBWA.’

Every time I do that, my shosh and ntagu glance at each other with funny looks. And I hear my aunties whisper worriedly between them about ‘inter-canter 19 lockdown.’

Maybe when I am three, and go back to Heaven School, Teacher Frenzy will tell us how come, these days, NINETEEN has become the most bigly number between one to 20.

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