The Sheriff
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- Oct 10, 2019
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I’m a silent rebel. Yes, that’s what I am. I’m that guy who gives you a “yes nod” but won’t do your shit if I just feel that I shouldn’t. I ain’t sure whether I should be prouda my kinda rebellion or what.
Sometime in the past, when I was in class 4, my mother bought me a pair of shoes. The kinda shoes your parents want to last – genuine leather and durable sole. They usually come with a crystal-clear warning, “you mess ‘em up with your football, you’ll go barefoot”.
This time my mama didn’t get it so right. She picked at the market what she thought was the best pair, unaware that her beloved son would rather quit school than wearing the shoes. The suede pair truly was in “good shape” let alone stunning decorative buckle attached to ‘em. Only one thing disqualified them for my fit. The heels were a bit stiletto-like and that would definitely be a problem at school. They would make me a perfect subject of mockery and ridicule. You remember how school kids could make fun of your shit ‘til you prayed for death? (Probably it depends on the kinda school you attended).
So mama knew I wasn’t impressed with the present ‘cuz normally I would wear new clothes or shoes to bed and sleep in them. That evening the feeling was different. I neither expressed excitement nor dissatisfaction. I just placed the pair where I kept my other shoes -- most of them badly worn out but still dear to me. Honestly, the new pair was not my thing and I was ready to stand up to anything that was against my dislike for the new shoes.
I’d rather die than wearing them to school, at least not in presence of this guy named Xaviery (we Kiswahilized his name to Kisaferi). He was a bit older than most of us in class, and he specialized in hyping shit up. He had the power to turn the whole school laughing at you. Who wants that? Nothing's worse than seeing a girl you adore giggling when you’re being made fun of.
The next morning mama was there to make sure I wear the shoes. She meant business – that her money can’t go to waste. I wasn’t rebellious and she thought she had won.
After breakfast I picked up my bag and off I went. I wasn’t heading to school. Not with such funny-looking things on my feet. I went to a near-by bush and stayed there ‘till school was out, something I did for a couple of days until my mother met with one of my teachers who inquired why I hadn’t shown up at school for nearly a week.
At home my mother angrily asked where I had been going instead of school and if I had started smoking weed. She was angry and sad. She had a cane but couldn’t whip me; instead, she just wanted to know why I was skipping school. The only time I opened up my mouth was to say: “I don’t like the new shoes”
After finding out the reason behind my school skipping, she almost gave me an uppercut but said she didn’t feel like killing a son that evening. She didn’t say another word but she learned how to take me shopping to pick stuff of my own taste.
Now it’s your turn. Tell us what you did that changed your parents.
Sometime in the past, when I was in class 4, my mother bought me a pair of shoes. The kinda shoes your parents want to last – genuine leather and durable sole. They usually come with a crystal-clear warning, “you mess ‘em up with your football, you’ll go barefoot”.
This time my mama didn’t get it so right. She picked at the market what she thought was the best pair, unaware that her beloved son would rather quit school than wearing the shoes. The suede pair truly was in “good shape” let alone stunning decorative buckle attached to ‘em. Only one thing disqualified them for my fit. The heels were a bit stiletto-like and that would definitely be a problem at school. They would make me a perfect subject of mockery and ridicule. You remember how school kids could make fun of your shit ‘til you prayed for death? (Probably it depends on the kinda school you attended).
So mama knew I wasn’t impressed with the present ‘cuz normally I would wear new clothes or shoes to bed and sleep in them. That evening the feeling was different. I neither expressed excitement nor dissatisfaction. I just placed the pair where I kept my other shoes -- most of them badly worn out but still dear to me. Honestly, the new pair was not my thing and I was ready to stand up to anything that was against my dislike for the new shoes.
I’d rather die than wearing them to school, at least not in presence of this guy named Xaviery (we Kiswahilized his name to Kisaferi). He was a bit older than most of us in class, and he specialized in hyping shit up. He had the power to turn the whole school laughing at you. Who wants that? Nothing's worse than seeing a girl you adore giggling when you’re being made fun of.
The next morning mama was there to make sure I wear the shoes. She meant business – that her money can’t go to waste. I wasn’t rebellious and she thought she had won.
After breakfast I picked up my bag and off I went. I wasn’t heading to school. Not with such funny-looking things on my feet. I went to a near-by bush and stayed there ‘till school was out, something I did for a couple of days until my mother met with one of my teachers who inquired why I hadn’t shown up at school for nearly a week.
At home my mother angrily asked where I had been going instead of school and if I had started smoking weed. She was angry and sad. She had a cane but couldn’t whip me; instead, she just wanted to know why I was skipping school. The only time I opened up my mouth was to say: “I don’t like the new shoes”
After finding out the reason behind my school skipping, she almost gave me an uppercut but said she didn’t feel like killing a son that evening. She didn’t say another word but she learned how to take me shopping to pick stuff of my own taste.
Now it’s your turn. Tell us what you did that changed your parents.
