NEVER SATISFIED

CHAPTER ONE

GENERAL ROUTINE

It is sill dark; the sky is shining with bright stars accompanied

with faint moon. Although it seems to be quite there are slight
noise from singing birds and yawning creatures. All those activities
indicate that the time to wake up is coming across if not ready.
Everyone is meditating what to start with during the day after
waking up. Some are happy because they have good expectation
for the coming day but to others it may seem the bad day with no
any expectation or future plans.

Most of sleeping people at this time need not to wake up

regardless where they are sleeping. Children in the street without
homes still need to sleep either and children in bungalows of their
parents need to continue sleeping regardless their parents restless
of maintaining the status of their lives. Parents of street children
are either dead or irresponsible for their children’s future and well
being which makes them restful wherever they are sleeping at this
time.

Patrick’s bed was made of peaces of trees fixed on the

ground by digging putting into consideration that the floor was not
cemented; ropes from banana tree were used to fix the angle to
the angle. Surphate bags filled with normal grasses or sometimes
with seasonal grasses, which are similar to cotton, were used as
mattress. The bed sheet used was the bark of the tree made from
the tree known as ‘Mutoma’. The room was so dark even during
the day because the house itself had no windows, the architecture
of the hose suggested not to insert windows in the walls instead
they were drawn outside the wall. Someone could think that house
had window from outside without knowing those were paints. Even
though there were some lights penetrating through the open space
either through the walls or the roof.
In general the house is built of short trees with muddy walls. It is
bending so at the other side of the house there are three trees
used to support the house from falling down. The roof is made of
grasses mixed with dried banana leaves.
 The cock that sleeps under his bed awakes Patrick. This has
always been the watch for himself; when it cocks he always wake
up. Opens the doors to let out all animals sleeping in their house.

It is still cold outside, Patrick takes the cup filled with water,
goes outside to wash his face, then takes a peace of tree which he
usually use as toothbrush which was inserted at one angle of the
wall within the house. He brushes his teeth while doing other
morning preparations to school. The torn uniform is under his bed
mattress so as to be straight because there is no ion in their family.
He puts on his short and short then picks one peace of cassava,
which was boiled yesterday. Then he has an obligation of greeting
his parents before going to school.

The school is far away from Patrick’s home about 20km but
he as to go on foot and return back in the evening without lunch.
Life seems to be difficulty but since he is used to he doesn’t even
feel it. Even though he has no comparison because all of his
friends who are studying together live the same life. With his
friends Pat is moving to school shivering because it is cold and
there is slight rainfall. They have no jackets, no shoes and every
one has one or two exercise books folded and put in the pockets.

While moving, they saw one old man whose one hand is
disabled to look like sickle shaped. In Kayunga village many
people were afraid of him even elder ones believing that the man
eats people, so many children are also frighten not only to be
taken but even meeting him on the road. Pat and his three friend
have seen the man while distant, they have decided to run back to
meet with their fellow elder student to be accompanied. When they
approach the that man for the second time this man recognises
them that are the ones who freed him. This man nicknamed
‘Kukuno’ is annoyed with this style while he is innocent.
“You young guys, why are you afraid? Do you fear me? Am I
leopard? Now let me take you completely” Says Kukuno while
raising his hands acting as if he wants to take them.
There was no time to waste, because Pat and his friends
said to there legs “Legs what did you give me”. Before noticing
what was happening everyone was taking his own way back home
except other group of elder students.
Mr.”Kukuno” continued with his journey without saying
anything. He knew even others were afraid even if they were not
showing it to him.
 That day was over for Pat and his friends because they could
no longer return to school.
The excuse to tell their parents was genuine because the
whole village knew about it.

The cow of the poor does not give birth putting into
consideration that Pat lives hard and tough life still there are some
obstacles which make his life to be more tough. Because he didn’t
attend the school that day he had to be assigned other work to
perform.

“Pat, Pat, you have come back you have dug for your own
medicine. now you have to do domestic homeworks,every day
school, school, can we take school and eat” said Mzee Kishae
Pat’s father.
“It is good that you have met that old man, but am sorry for
him because if you have got bad things or poor or you look ugly
people think that all evils are for you. Do you remember the year
before last year when unknown villagers cut all my banana trees
claiming that I am witch, and am bewitching the rain not to rain?
This was so fantastic to me ,in my life I have never though of being
witch but I can’t take it out of people mind. It is because of my
poverty they think am wizard. Yes because my house when it rains
seem as if we are outside so am annoyed of rainfall, but if that is
so is it true that am enjoying drought? Why? While I want and
need to eat. I don’t have money to buy food, am depending on
what am farming. People are crazy” Mzee Kishae continued to talk
to himself.

“I am telling you my son this world is full of confusion, when

you go around with your buttocks showing their teeth to the sun,
some consider you the wizard. They don’t think of failure to buy
pair of short or trouser. Regardless the farm, which I inherited from
your grandfather, I have nothing worthful materially except you and
the whole family of mine. If i could be someone when I die people
mourn I could have turn this poverty I have to richness. It is so
simple, if our leaders could be focusing to individual poverty things
could have changed, Imagine if am supplied with farming
equipments and specialists, my harvest can go beyond the sky.
Next year I will start with contesting to the ambassador of ten
houses in the village if bad hearted people do not kill my plan”
concluded Kishae.
 “Our ‘Siasa’ teacher tough us once about election next year I
think it will be the golden chance for you to contest. People in this
village are like man who has died today laughing to the decayed
one. We are all almost poor in different grades If one has bread
today the other is having cassava tomorrow. But father our teacher
of siasa is always drunkard and comes in class once a month, is it
fare? who pays him for teaching or is volunteering? We always
laugh in class because you can see his toes while is wearing
shoes and when writing at the blackboard his under pant is seen
on his buttocks. It is not like mine although the tailor put black
piece of cloth on my khaki short nobody can see inside”
contributed Pat

“Frustrations son, those people are underpaid, when they

were young like you, they had their expectations to become
successful but it seems that they have been left without someone
to fight for them. But it not an excuse. Now go to work this is not a
meeting, Grow and you will see” concluded

Bad thing knows itself even the hen known to enter to its
house in the evening; Pat took the pot to go fetch water a distance
from his place. The well was seasonal so the ones who go there
early morning are the ones who can find water. Fortunately he
found water although it was somehow late. Back home had to go
for firewood in the bush. What he did was to collect what he cut
previously then cut other for next time, they call it to lay the trees.

“Today’s firewood are not dry it will make us to eat late my

son” said Kyomuyungi Pat’s mother.
“I did cut them since last week but this bibere do not dry
quickly, but I will go around the farm to try find some for today
especially preparing tea” answered

It was around six noon when they were preparing the so

called tea. it was simply boiled water with coffee tree leaves to
change the colour, without sugar but boiled sweet potatoes were
used instead of sugar, All members of the family were happy
enjoying their delicious breakfast in the afternoon. Cups used were
not determined by their colour because they looked black because
ash and soot. Kishae had his own big cup, which could contain two
litres, now was taking the third cup. in the village people work hard
and eat much.
 “After this, all coffee must be put outside for the sun to dry
them” he said
“Coffee is our second god, so we have to entertain it
although the price is coming down everyday. We are even
forbidden to sell to those who are passing around with bicycles
while their prices are double to that of the union.” continued.
“We farmers are always in trouble when we want to sell our
products prices are determined by others and when we want to
buy goods prices are also determined by sellers, do they think that
we don’t need freedom?” lamented his wife.
“No!, the problem is that the planners of all programmes are
the ones who have never lived in the village, they don’t know the
way we are toiling to prepare farms, weed, harvest and dry. When
we educate our children they never come back again to live in the
village. Now what do you expect?” Kishae concluded.
“Ee!!!, snake! Snake! Run outside!!!” exclaimed Kyomuyungi
Everybody run out of the house quickly
“Where is it, I have already got a stick to kill It.” said Pat
“It is very big you must be careful while trying to find it.
Surely I am telling you It is not a snake it is the boat” continued to
intimidate Kyomuyungi.
“Where has it passed” asked Kishae.
“In that small hole over the wall, am telling you it is very
dangerous.
“How can a boat pass through that small hole if this is not
exaggerations” commented Kavishe and every body laughed
except Kyomuyungi who was still frightened.
Then continued “after all you are going to cook by firewood the
smoke will free it out without any harm”
“I will never be comfortable although I have to, .all in all we
are living with snakes always. I remember the last month when the
man staying in Mzee Paul’s house saw the snake with three
heads. Previously was told that three people had stayed in the
house in different periods of time but the main cause, which forced
them to shift, was the presence of snakes in that house. That man
said, to him snakes were not problem; he could burn the used
tyres to make them quit. Do you know what happened?” asked
Kyomuyungi.
“No tell us”
“One day came up saying that when he was asleep, felt the
material like a mattress, while knowing that he possessed no
mattress, he was frightened and waked up. Then he saw that he
was in the middle of the snake surrounding him with three head.
The first head was type of ‘Muluza’, the second ‘Nchwela’ and the
third ‘Njuju’.
“Then what did he do”
“The only option was to run away from the house, He never
went back to that house” Kyomuyungi concluded.
After a little thinking Mr. Kishae added, “The man was frightened of
shadow, I have never heard the snake of three heads. The
incidence was psychological, because he was thinking of snakes,
so he saw the shadow of snakes. It is like some one who was
asking himself about the decayed creatures. What he thought was
that all stones are made of decayed skeleton especially head
skeleton”
‘Ehee, give us the story”
“While he had taken a little bit of alcohol, went out of the bar
to urinate near the heap of stones, Do you know what happened?
“No!”
“It was night with the slight moonlight. When he saw the
heap of stone changing to be human being skeleton, and saw
them somehow locomotive. He went back to the bar shouting and
explaining to everybody what he had seen. People went to prove
but surprisingly they found no locomotive skeleton rather than
heap of stone. Every one was laughing at him but he kept on
emphasizing that, what he had seen had seen”. He concluded.

After the story everyone went to fulfil ones responsibilities,

except Kishae who took the Mkeka and laid it under the mango
tree outside the house went on sleeping.

CHAPTER TWO

STRANGERS

It was not normal at that time to hear what they were

hearing. If it could not be end of year festivals, for everyone in the
village could be the night of eighties that means everybody could
be asleep although the real time was approaching ten. Children
were still playing from one place to another. They took advantages
of their parents’ celebrations because no one could tell them to go
asleep or wash their legs.

Children in the village always hate washing their legs before

going to bed because of two things. The first one is coldness of
water and the second is the wounds in their toes caused by insect
known as ‘funza’, which always attack them. That insect enters the
skin after two to three days; it lays eggs while inside the skin to
make it expand its volume inside the skin. This process makes the
owner of those particular legs to feel pains and alert him/her to
take it out. When it is taken out, it leaves pig naked hole, which
sometime develops pass to make the area worse. These insects
enter in big quantity, which cause big problem when they are taken
out. Sometimes it becomes very difficult to walk or to wear shoes if
it happens for someone to have any. When washing their feet
usually feels great pain, so when it becomes evening, they all
become anxious.

Unlike all other days, this particular day no parent can

remember to remind or push them to wash or to go to sleep. All in
all they have left them to be free letting them celebrate the coming
year.

Although Kishae is facing terrible poverty, has his habit of

celebrating every end of the year, thanking God for His blessings
to him and his family. Sometimes they contribute with other three
to four families as it was done for that day. The family of Mzee
Kishae, Mzee Byanyuma and Mzee Hazinamwisho contributed to
enable this year festival for their families and friends.

Previously every family contributed bananas which are

special for preparation of local beer known as ‘Lubisi’. Those
bananas are called ‘mbile’. Mbile are not good for cooking because
they become black when cooked and after eating them you don’t
feel good in the stomach. But sometimes especially in hunger
period they are eaten but secretly even if it happens that the child
has said to friends that they have eaten mbile is punished of out
breaking family secret.

Moderate pit is prepared where those bananas are put to

make them rape. In that pit enough grasses and banana leaves
are arranged in such a way that bananas are prevented to come
across with the soil. After three days the action taken is beating out
the soil in which the soil covering that pit with bananas is taken off
to let mbile cool for at least two more days. Although taking off the
soil is the process of cooling the mbile, but it determines whether
the process of making them to become rape is going on well. If it is
found that it is controversial then it is repeated.
 After next two days rape mbile are taken off the pit, then
peeled and put in the beer processing boat known as ‘bwato’.

The bwato was brought yesterday night by two energetic

young men in the village from mzee Maki the owner of it. Five
years ago, Maki cut his big Mutoma tree to make it. Specialists
made a big hole in that piece of tree log to make look like the boat
enough to contain more than four hundred litters of water.
These young men had to carry this bwato on their heads, one on
each side. It was as long as ten feet. From Maki to Kishae was not
very far so they arrived before long.

Green grass are cut into short peaces then put in the bwato
for some one stand on them to start a process.

Mbile are mixed with grasses using legs, this was done by
Lushabiko the man who was famous in making good lubisi. The
process is not as easy as it is being explained because the
processor has to put more effort to enable the juice to come out of
these two mixtures of bananas and grass. If he becomes lazy the
whole mixture becomes black and no more juice come out so you
have throw them then the all process ceases.
After twenty minutes Lushabiko shouted

“It has come, it has come”

“ Where is it? “ asked Kishae
“I can feel it in my toes, don’t you see this white foam, now
see I am using all my strengths to stand on this heap, aha it is the
munene coming” insisted Lushabiko.
Munene is the first juice coming out from banana juice before
mixing with water. It is very sweet juice that cannot be consumed
without mixing with water. The art of making very good Lubisi
starts here.

Lushabiko went on mixing then with the help of people

around him started collecting the juice by putting them in the
vessels known as ‘Bishusi’ Which are naturally grown. Their
volume depends but most of them can contain up to twenty litters.
Six vessels were full filled. To make the beer sweet, Lushabiko
advised that at least seven vessels of the same volume should be
mixed.
 So seven volume of water was mixed with that mixture of
grass and bananas after taking out the munene. Lushabiko went
on mixing with his legs. Slowly the mixture started becoming
sweet. It was good for drinking because it wasn’t sweetest. Then
the juice was taken back to their vessels to make them six vessels.
The seventh vessel disappeared due to the difficulty of taking out
the whole volume.
Now total volume of liquid was twelve, which was enough for
end year celebration. Six vishubu of concentrated juice or munene
and six vishubu of diluted juice or mwanjulane.

While the all process was proceeding in one side of banana

plantation, the other side women were busy grinding the millet to
be used as yeast in fermentation process to get local alcoholic
beer known as Lubisi.
Big stones were used to grid the millet. Small portion is put on top
of the stone known as ‘lubengo’. Then the small stone called
‘nseso’ is used to grind by up and down movement.
Amount to be grinded depends on the volume of the juice
obtained.
The sweeter the juice the more the wheat is needed and the better
the beer it becomes then the more the alcohol is present. Now you
can imagine that mixer of twelve vishubu and forty kg of millet.

Lushabiko mixed diluted juice to concentrated juice them

wheat ’mugusha’ was mixed.
The mixture was put in bwato; it was well covered with
banana leaves and left over of the used mixture of bananas and
grasses previously.
Covering process was for making the liquid hot and not allowing air
from outside to enter into the bwato to accelerate the fermentation
process.

Next day vessels used yesterday to keep banana juice were

used to keep the ready Lubisi .It was kept carefully in those
vessels.

Today is the third day since it was prepared, so people are

enjoying work done by Lushabiko and other people who helped
him.
“where is Lushabiko, I haven’t seen him here since we have
started drinking our very good Lubisi which is always found in my
family only” asked Kishae.
 “Don’t you know the saying which says that Lubisi is
prepared by lowest class people, while high class and honourable
person use to drink it” replied Hazinamwisho.
It seemed that alcohol had started to influence the conversations
because everyone started to proud of self.
“Don’t say that mzee Hazinamwisho, do you know what your
name means” asked Kishae.
“No”
“Even Kiswahili passes over your shoulder. The meaning of it
is that poverty has no end. That means continuous poverty can put
you to the lowest class, eventually next festival you will not be with
us here, do you remember the saying that bad name kills its
owner” Kishae took his Kilele drunk some Lubisi which was inside
through the straw made of long grass. Kilele is the type of kishubu
but the difference is the shape. While the kishubu is very big from
the bottom and becomes narrow when approaching the top, Kilele
is small and round at the bottom with very narrow and long handle.
On top of Kiishae’s Kilele, there is a white fibre covering known as
‘shisha’. These fibres are taking from certain grass, which grow in
muddy soil. They are used in respectable ceremonies as covers
and decorations.

“Kishae do you know that the hippo which gives information

before can not break the boat? For you have said because of my
poverty I am approaching to be the man of the lowest class but
since you have said it and I know it, It my obligation to fight against
poverty so as to be with you in the next festival.” Said
Hazinamwisho, took the Kilele, drunk two to three puff and then
continued.” But I am telling you my friend; in this village only that
oldest man Maki is the one who can criticise us because his son is
staying in Dar es salaam so automatically is rich. Even his
grandchildren are studying in Europe, what do you expect from
your Pat who even shoes is the dream, even look at your house, Is
it not your own and family’s grave because the way it is bending, is
as if it is on its mark to start running the marathon.” It was a joke
combining the truth.
“Listen my friend, all my life I have discovered that when I
stand up like a man to the things I am afraid of, like your poverty,
they shrink into insignificance” said Kishae calmly, and then great
silence passed.
“Finally, may I remind you that victory over worry is not a
complicated process? A long held fear pattern is not quickly or
easily changed. But change is not impossible. I do not want to
over-simplify the method but, actually, it is as simple as to take
your worries to God, leave them with Him, and then go about your
business with faith that His help is forthcoming. From the very
situation we are facing, is where we will stand to come out with
victory. So I am telling you our own children will help us although
they originating in this sea of poverty” concluded Kishae.
Everyone around was nodding the head to accept what
Kishae said. They knew him as wise man in the village.

It was the sound of vehicle approaching the village; people

were listening carefully to know in which direction it is going.
“Perhaps they are policemen who have come to arrest
people who are distilling local spirit” people started rumouring to
each other
“It is approaching to Maki, is that Mzee sick” asked
Byanyuma.
“Is it not that his son is coming for New Year festival?
“No, nowadays they do not come home frequently, I think
there is shortage of income. He has three children studying in
Europe. Do you think it easy to do all things?” commented
Hazinamwisho.
“Now I can hear it coming this way, are they coming to arrest
us? I hear nowadays it is unlawful to be not to bed this time of
night, but these laws prevail in towns not in villages. Lets wait”

“Happy New year villagers don’t be afraid we have come to

join you to celebrate the festival. Here is my father was inside
alone but is the one who has told me that you are here” said
Pakasa who was dropping from the car with his father mzee Maki.
Pakasa was mzee Maki’s first son who was living in Dar es
salaam. He was working in the ministry of Foreign Affairs, so he
has lived in many countries that’s why his children are studying
abroad. He schooled in the village and by that time they were
close friends to Kishae when he succeeded to proceed with
studies, Kishae could not because of family poverty although he
was much clever than Pakasa.
“Happy New Year too Mr. Pakasa, It has been long we have
seen you. Nowadays you don’t visit frequently what is happening?
Asked Kishae.
“Things are tough Mr.Kishae as well as responsibilities are
adding up. Kids and preparation of retirement are also costing.
You know we have to be prepared to retire the ages are coming to
their places” said Pakasa
 “Where you find the King is where you greet him, so provided
you have find us here have a seat and start celebrating” Said
Kishae
They went on cerebrating by drinking, eating, dancing and
joking each other. Children were also celebrating in their part,
jumping and doing a lot of fun. Pakasa’s children also tried to mix
with villagers’ children but it couldn’t work. Pakasa’s children do
not know any language than English because since they were
young ones have been studying in International English Medium
Schools and abroad where they use only English. At home they
also continue using English, most of their friends in town use
English for communication. They never meet Swahili anywhere in
their daily routine

That day everybody celebrated at his or her entire

satisfaction till late night. Early in the morning most of the families,
which were in the festival in previous night, were still asleep.
Nobody cared for anything the next morning, they were so tired as
well as drunkard. Even children took the advantages of their
parents to continue sleeping.
Kishae was the one who was seen approaching Pakasa’s
house around ten o’clock in the morning. He went to visit his old
friend who visited the village the previous night from the town. The
village was so quite as if there were no living creatures. Even
cattle’s were not yet taken out for feeding except chicken, which
always are tamed as if there is no one owns them. Owners of
various tamed animals in the village remember them when the
time of slaughtering approaches. They are not providing them with
neither food nor shelter leaving aside medications. When end year
festivals approaches is when they are cared about.
Pat was with his father during that morning visit to Maki’s
place. From the distance they could see most of the family
members outside brushing their teeth. It seemed that they had
wake up before long.
“They must be tired because it is only yesterday they arrived
from Dar es salaam, yet they found us celebrating the whole night
and joined us” commented Pat. He thought for a while, when he
did not get any comment from his father, decided to continue.

“I hear that it takes more than four days travelling from Dar to here,
is it true daddy?” asked Pat anxiously
“It is true my son but all these depends on your wallet. There are
several option to minimise the days you utilise in the way here”
Kishae explained
“How” It was Pat

“Listen my son, am always hating poverty in an extent that hatred

turns to those people who were elected to help others but they
don’t do so” Kishae said, while waiting to explain more, Pat
interfered

“Now you are diverging from the topic, here we are talking about
travelling from Dar to Bk,now what does it do with poverty while we
all know that you can’t make that safari if you are poor’
“You don’t know Pat, Not every one who goes or comes from Dar
or Bk is rich. And it does not mean travelling is the luxurious thing.
Sometimes you are forced to do so. Even if it happens what is
needed is to review the pocket which will determine the way you
should use” he paused then continued
“Travelling with train from Dar to Mwanza, days used are three,
then when in Mwanza you have to travel on ship to Bk for more
than sixteen hours. From Bk to this village you have to take the
bus which depends what time you arrived at Bk port. This is the
first option which is divided into three financial classes. Those with
higher income travel in first class where they can even sleep in
rooms, so they don’t feel pinch of the long journey. Medium income
earners travel in the second class where seats are well arranged
and all logistics are properly arranged .The last class in the third
one where people of lower income travel. It is the mystery at this
stage because people are over crowded as if are concentrated
camps during Nazi period if ever you have studied that topic.
Those classes are applicable in both train and ship” Kishae
explained as if is giving lecture to a student.
“The other option is travelling with buses which is a little bit
expensive and divided into two categories. The first is using the
buses, which travel through central road, which are somehow
cheap but risk. Those buses are not reliable because sometimes
they are mechanically disorder or because of the rough roads
within the country. Second category is travelling with buses but this
time you don’t pass through this country. The trip is too long but
because of smooth and well-built roads they are supposed to use
it. It is expensive, you have to acquire the passport to pass through
the borders because you pass via Kenya and Uganda.” Pat was
listening attentively
“If you income allows the best option is by using aeroplane, this is
the best way and I think everybody would like to use it but poverty
is the great preventer. You see I can call you while I am in Dar
telling you that I am starting the journey. When you are at your
school where you study, obviously you will find me already arrived,
do you see, this is the convenient way of travelling and it goes
without saying that Pakasa and his family have used the same
way. When they reached Bk, they decided to hire the private car,
which brought them here yesterday night, obviously they are not
as tired as we are. In spite the fact that we all slept late night but
we ourselves toiled the all day yesterday.”
While talking, they were also walking toward Maki’s home.
Now they could no longer talk much because they could be heard
what they were discussing.
In front were old-fashioned house with several renovations,
which were sponsored by Pakasa. He had no house in the village
because he had the other one in the town where he is staying.
People in the village expected much from Pakasa to his family but
all he did was behind their expectations. There were a Nissan pick
up car, which was left to help his parents in farming works.
Kishae had to pass the front door that day because of the visitors
from the town but it wasn’t frequently used as always when visited
could not sit in the sitting room of that house. There were new and
expensive furniture, which was the reason of not using it frequently
to maintain the hygiene. Even the old Maki wasn’t using that sitting
room, It was said that it was the burden for them or idle giant.
After knocking the door was opened by maki’s grandson.
He greeted the visitors in English, they were able to reply but it
was not familiar so them to be greeted in such language.
After seeing that the visitors are not cooperative, he decided to call
his father who came after a while.
“you are well come Mr. Kishae, good morning!” said Pakasa
“Good morning too, how is everything” replied
“It is okay, we have just woken up, very tired” lamented Pakasa
“Everyone in the village is tired due to yesterday’s celebrations.
Even those who were not there have taken advantage” it was
Kishae
“This is my son called Sammy” explained Pakasa while pointing
his son.
“How old is he” asked Kishae
“He was born the same month your Pat was born, don’t you
remember when Pat was born I was here, then I was called to go
back to town because my wife had brought forth this young
Sammy, I had left her pregnant, so they are of almost equal age”
“You can find the difference between village children and urban
ones” said Kishae while looking and pointing at Sammy and Pat
“Pat looks younger to Sammy as if there is the difference of five
years”
“You know those things they use to eat in the town, make them to
grow fat and become as old as less their ages” said Pakasa “You
find the young kid like Sammy eating the whole chicken and flied
potatoes alone, and that does not mean they don’t need anything
for that particular day, when home they still demand food. That’s
how we are treating our children in the town unlike the village. That
is not enough, we even don’t Cain our children when they do
wrong otherwise you can be accused for mistreating in the court,
as if it is not enough even if the teacher dares to touch your
children, it becomes the big crime as if he has committed murder.
This type of living is too artificial; I don’t like it but I cant avoid it.
We are destroying our own children., they are going to face the
music in the future when we will not be there unless things change.
We give children too much money as pocket money which even
the normal civil servant can not earn for six months”
He stopped while looking at his guest whether is interested to the
story all not.
Kishae was listening anxiously and thoughtfully, When he found
the great concern from Kishae, he decided to continue but before
doing so, he was interfered by Kishae himself.
“So, why do you do that while you know the impact of all these”
“My friend, you can’t run away from this life style because, to me it
seem to be strange but to the children, seem to be real life. You
can stop your children but when they find that their friend’s parents
are treating them like this obviously they will conclude you to be
irresponsible father. So avoiding this we decide to let them do as
others” said Pakasa
“Now I have understood, but I know that not everyone in the town
can afford such kind of life, what about their children” It was clear
that Kishae wanted to know more.
“There are classes Kishae,in our country there are classes, we
can’t avoid this, from my point of view there is class A, B and C
which are living in the same country as well as places. We are not
separated in our residential places. You can find all classes living
in the same squire kilometre area. Look here, we are neighbours
with children who of the same age like Pat and that kid of mine.
These two kids will never meet in the street simply because when
my kid goes to school with private transport your kid will be using
public transport, when my kid goes out to play that means will visit
big hotels and play modern games with computers and what not
but your will be playing with local things. Here is where we are
building antagonism. Myself I could suggest that if this is the case,
classes should separate even in their residential areas. You know
what am saying Kishae, that does not mean that this two kids am
saying about are different upstairs, no they are equal or that of
class C is excellent. You know what happens when they grow up,
they will all work in the same government; same organisations and
even they will be working together in the private sector. Remember
in the beginning we encouraged antagonism now tell me the
results. This is one example of those successful in their life but
what about those unsuccessful?” asked Pakasa

“Aha, this goes without saying that tolerance will be in zero

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