Me, Baby Drago, I am two and a half years old – I like to wake up when I hear the jogoo go ‘koko-ri-koko’

The jogoo in my Grandpa’s shamba is very big and old, and thinks it owns the compound

The fun thing about being a toddler of two years and eight months is that you do not have to just lean only on your limbs

When Mommy hayuko, my Daddy shouts: ‘No job is too big, no baby too small. Daddy Patrol/is on a roll’

In ushago after uji in the morning, I take wheelbarrow and go to the farm to help Ntagu with the ‘mirrors’ that he growed on his farm in Meru

I am so shocked to see my mummy I just freeze with the kijiko of uji ya wimbi half to mouth

I wakey up with a high ‘Glue Close’ fever, while Laila she wakey up with a bad sore sugar throat

With no more ‘Heaven’ nursery, and my mummy scared of ‘19’ in the city, me Baby Drago, I have found myself back in ushago

Always, my daddy is happy when I say the alphabet because he works with words; but mummy is happy when I say numbers because she is ana count-count