Ze Wall-unit.

So,my primary school had gotten to the provincial level of the music festival..thanks to my expertise in leading a 'fleet' of kids shaking the green coloured makonge 'skirts' as we sang "binare binare×4...nililala chali nikaota ndoto mji wa mombasa umewaka moto".( I just dont understand this songs,buut, if you think my lyrics are wrong just correct me,.Im open minded i'll just duct tape u to a chair until u come back to your senses and agree im right😉). As i walked home that day with my brother's hand in mine i was sure of one thing; my life had changed for good. Eneway,we got home..i lifted my little bro to extract the key from the window where mama' hid' it. My mum,she has a thing for communicating in written notes and that evening the note dictated we go for kangumu from 'wakanesa shop' take it with it tea and go play outside. Maan,we did exactly that.

I was in the grand finale of my 'mblanda' game ,you know the 'mabega' stage?..asi! U dont? Okay,its where the two girls have the bladder on their necks as i jump up and down in the middle trying to imagine how im to throw both my legs up and hold the two sides together in triumph. So,as im rehearsing my triumph, little bro passes by with a about eight small feet following him towards our door. I had to postpone my victory and follow the 'mutaratara'  just incase they had a  motive that wld make me meet with my mum's slippers later.Apparently,they were thirsty,.all of them😕.Me,Ndanu deny kids water?.I dont need alcohol to make bad decisions, i can just make them on my own. Not only did i serve them water,i also invited them to have a seat as i walked towards my victory. Noow,we owned a wall unit,the ones that were so high that my neck wld get a crick from staring at its length.It had drawers and glass doors that displayed my mum's cups for visitors which had two keys each.one inserted on the lock and the other hanging lazily. The middle large drawer held the tv then the lower drawers had other house ' accesories' eg,the lamp that had a glass thingy in the middle,this taa takes skills to put it off without dropping the 'utambi' to the sea of mafuta taa. When i got back to the house,one little head was ontop of ze three legged stool removing the last keys from the locks. The others held our metal kasuku full of the other keys.  Punde si punde,KPLC decided 'let there be dark'. So the feet rushed away to their houses leaving me and my brother in the dark. We cldnt identify the key to the the drawer that had the taa and we sat there waiting for the lights or mum's knock.Mmh,mum came,sat on couch and listened to our version of the story as to why the keys were in a mkebe. She was nodding with her lips held out like she was going to say "muthoni". We put up a good act. Then mama asked me to use mlika mwizi and find her the wooden handle mob,she said she was so tired she needed something to support herself to her feet to rescue us from darkness.mmh betrayer😕. The next thing i heard was my bro's scream as the mop fell on my back..our screams were up there with the climber on mt Everest.The screams were as answers to 'si nilisema msicheze kwa nyumba?'. Btw,tulilala njaa that day. The fundi changed the locks the following.

And that,ladies and gentlemen,is why my interior decor mind cant come up with a wall-unit decor related idea. Me,i cant even own a kabati.Plus i inherited my mum's note writing skills so i wld probably fill it with those multicoloured little papers with a sticky end.  Im here in anga poolneck,poloneck,furunecki,pooneck, (ptho!  that cloth that hugs the neck) staring at my next diy shelf inspiration.