As our kids grow up and see them go to school everyday, I can’t help recalling my childhood days…
I remember my parents telling me: ‘Be good son. Study hard so you won’t grow up like us…’
My father did not finish any degree. My mother finished her grade six and did not have the opportunity to be sent to high school due to poverty… As I grew up, I saw and noted how they pushed my older sibblings to their studies. My father tills the land and gets just enough harvest from the land he inherited from my grandparents. Mother on the other hand would sell rice cakes in sticks, home made doughnuts and barbecued corns in my school. There were times when I would go with her selling fresh and ripe mangoes in the nearest town – Guimba during market days…
Life was hard…
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