ThoughtsInTots

 "Commando strong, Commando brave" "No blood, No peace... " This was the battle cry of the NUF rebels. Bullets hissed and passed through our streets for two continuous hours. During that entire period, Papa was locked up in the wardrobe because he was too big to fit under the bed like Tsusina and I. As for Mama, she laid supine like us with the Holy Bible on her stomach uttering some inaudible words.  After the two hour bullet plaque, the rebels shouted "Lakusa tuo ! "Everybody out! We opened our doors and stepped outside only to meet the smell and sight of fresh blood with human entrails scattered around. We were lined up in three rows. Men on the left,  women on the right and children in the middle.  One fearful rebel with a gun wound on his shoulder looked keenly at me. Unfortunately I had no time to dress up when the attack had begun. "If only I had listened to Mama and taken my bath earlier ".Wrapped up in Tsusina's cloth which managed t

I followed an Instagram story yesterday and dared to braid something which was a taboo to my sensitive scalp .... I got home very late, exhausted and sleepy with a noticeable decrease with my "backside"  because I had sat down for the session for almost two (2)hours....it got to a point where I believed I was sitting on either my backbone or my waist. On my way home, someone called me from behind and  I caught myself doing a compulsory 180 because my neck refused to collaborate.  I lost appetite by the time I was home...the hunger pangs had even deserted me. I rather began feeling a little  sick with a bit of temperature and nausea. What killed me , absolutely finished me, the last of the straws was the sudden burst  of sneezing episodes...with each sneeze my temples stretched with pain.  https://images.app.goo.gl/3QQUNuJqRhopqpCX7 I laid down quietly on my pillow with my hand supporting my head in mid air...trying to sleep off the pain. I heard someone, something breathing l

 Ajeeii!! Alright, that scream startled me and for the past thirty minutes my eyes were finally peeled away from the novel I was reading with intensity. With my ears wide opened and pointed to the ceiling like an antenna pole searching for a signal... I listened attentively.  When the screams reechoed..no one told me to rush outside leaving one sandal indoors and hitting my knee against the wall.. But who cared?  Kokonsa was bae!  As usual.. It was Tsotsoo and her husband who had decided to entertain us since our lights had been off for three days... A small crowd had gathered to witness the fighting scene. This was one of the rarest moments one could not afford to miss.. No electricity.. No adverts... No data. Just pure and undiluted theatrical display of masculine strength against feminine oratory.  https://images.app.goo.gl/UbPUb3xFmQJhAVQEA In this sheer touch of physical war, one could even decide to be a character or an audience. The latter which I had eventually settled on. With

https://wordhistories.net/2019/05/06/cheese-eating-surrender-monkeys/ The timetable in the class one classroom showed that the Class 1 students had French lessons twice in the week.; Mondays and Wednesdays at 9:00 am. After two months of the first term, you could audibly hear the traditional "Bonjour Monsieur" on those two days...at least it gave everyone around a clue of which lesson was currently ongoing. It was just beautiful seeing them greet their French teacher even outside the classroom period until one incident caught my attention. It was a little after 5 pm, we had closed for a staff meeting. A guardian had just driven in to pick up his ward...Monsieur and I had just stepped out of the office... The little boy saw us and shouted "Bonjour Monsieur " while waving his goodbye. Eventhough it was close to 6 pm and hearing "Bonjour " made me wonder, I still smiled, I felt it was cute and what mattered was the intention behind it.  Two weeks after, I w