Who are, THEY?
[stories with and from grandpa part 2]
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One day, of the many days we were with my grandfather
Him seated on his #Giturwa or closely #Jungwa {Three legged African
Elder Man Stool. Like the same one, Kenyatta took to August House] ...was a special sunny windy afternoon... But first let me tell you a Short history about him...
My grandfather is those hash ,extra strict and neat people that even the police used to call him 'Bwana sheria' While he was driving,just because he could tell off police of what the law actually dictates.
If that is not enough he is a man who would stock an yearly worth of
food ,for example,a 50kg sack of maize, beans ,sugar, rice ,wheat and
maize flour each.
He did not like early morning or late hours restocking...he would always
ask ..."why would you wait till it's finished? do you think I am
always have spare money to spend..? What if I am not around?
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He was also the kind of man who would hiredaily labourers to his farm, pay them their agreed wages and still give them a whole pack of cooking wood or foodstuffs for no extra demand.
He did love nature and had trees planted all around the farm .The Homestead was cool and a calm breeze would make the trees swivel and bring a calming effect, but we would enjoy the sunny days equally well.
At such times it was a good time to dry and clean by coffee husks and nuts.a typical day involved, taking out the drying coffee and lay them on the ground and after a few days of that routine we would start sieving when the wind favoured the activity.
On this day the routine happened and it was all well...
So he picked the short jungwa and would be issuing commands or alerts on what to do...basically while doing a bit too,mostly with his mouth.
We are halfway on the sieving process , we on one side and now sieved
coffee nuts one the other...shortly at half way we would start sorting
and packing just incase the weather was not by our side...
Of course, the process is not foolproof as some of the chuff falls right
back on the coffee...but way far much better
than raw harvest straight to the market ...
My grandfather's principle was to sell or give the best of whatever
harvest and would not mind leftovers of the un-sieved,as to him the name
was important than money.
That day,While packing I am not sure where this abnormal courage came from , I dared tell him of all things i should have never... I said...” grandpa you know some people pack on the base of a 90kg sack sieved coffee nuts and around the middle they place the chuff and dirt ,then fill it up with the top grade coffee ,and even before i went i ahead he said...”stop...who are some people?”
He asked... I said ,"that is WHAT THEY SAY”
He asked “who are THEY?”
I immediately knew this was a bad idea.
And I listened waiting for worst...
He continued..” there is no one like they... it is people like you , who
have such ideas and actually do such things...if you are to carry my
name you are to consider doing best to othesr, but you have the worst thoughts I have ever had and heard in this homestead “
And ever since I knew it is me who is wicked and not THEY!..
so if you think or say the people are bad ,first take look at yourself.
Am talking about dreaming...and it still applies for achievements dreams... those that you wish for the sun and fall in the moon...
