A Sunny Saturday
A Sunny Saturday
Saturday. The weather was sunny and sweet.
With that tempting feeling of walking the length and breadth of Kenya. The couple felt it should not be wasted. They were paying a visit to a family friend nearby.
“A beautiful Saturday,” Mokwele added.
Upstairs, a tiny voice was singing and there was the sound of a football hitting the floor:
Musumbi na muka na kana koo kanini
Mookie kwitu tukethanie namo-ka
Methia ndekw’o kana kanini kasya
“Ethiwa ndekw’o tukoonana ingi uni”
“Are you going to keep quiet up there!” Nzomo’s mother shouted.
“Children must be children.” Mokwele’s wife said smiling.
“If only you know what I go through with that boy.” the other woman complained.
“I was once there.”
Nzomo came down still singing and bouncing the ball on the floor.
“Mummy, I want to go and play football.”
“And you are taking your manners to the football field?” his mother scolded.
“Good afternoon, ma’am, good afternoon, sir. Can I go now?”
“It is Saturday, you should be home doing your school assignment.”
“No, mummy! Daddy?”
“Your assignment first.” His father said.
“Who are you going with?”
Pili was his ten-year-old neighbour, friend, and schoolmate.
“Where is he?”
“Make sure you are home early.”
“Thanks, mummy.” He was dashing out to meet Pili.
“Are you going to the football field in your slippers?”
“I cannot find my sport shoes.”
“Then go and look for them.”
“I remember now, they are outside.”
He lied and dashed outside. He had left his sports shoes in school the previous day and was too afraid to tell his mother.
“The football field is just there where I can put an eye on him.” The mother said.
Outside, he held the ball in his right hand and walked along with Pili while they talked.
“Do you know what I want to become when I am out of school?” Nzomo asked.
“I don’t know.” Pili replied.
“Yeah, I want to be a famous footballer and play for the Harambee Stars.”
“I want to travel the whole world, make money for my parents, and make people happy.”
“I want to be President like Barrack Obama.” Pili said.
“Why would you like to become a President?”
“Because I want to be President of Kenya.”
“My daddy said when people say they want to become President they say all the nice things, but when they become President they don’t do what they say.”
“I’m going to be a different President like Barrack Obama. Period!”
“I just want to play my football and enjoy the game!”