So 52 years later we are celebrating Jamuhuri once again so I'll take this time to remember memorable Jamuhuris I've has in the 19 I've been alive.
When I was ten I remember it was the first time I took interest in these celebration. Which so happens was when I was sent to the shop for some things and shit happened. Let me be clear I was Ten still my mind was fresh and innocent. So me at the shop was all good till I got to the road back. I was whistling to the Ben ten theme song. This woman comes up my way removing her clothes bit by bit. She looks me straight in the eye and says "baba yangu nipee kumi tu" in translation "son give me ten shillings " understand yo I was ten years old if I didn't get my change home at the exact cent I'd have gotten my ass whipped. As you can imagine I had to say no....ooooh man all he'll broke loose she started stripping and screaming like it was 1779. I saw some things I had seen ever! I was shaking like a Japanese earthquake. It boobs and other body parts on my face oh Lord... I'm getting goose bumps just remembering. I think I shit my pants that day. Basically all I remember after that is some large, hairy dude saving me ... yes I got home without anything I was sent or the money just piss and poop in my pants...
The end
Happy Jamuhuri everybody :)
