Never Satisfied

NEVER SATISFIED CHAPTER ONE GENERAL ROUTINE It is sill dark; the sky is shining with bright stars accompanied with faint moon. Although it seems to be quite there are slight noise from singing birds and yawning creatures. All those activities indicate that the time to wake up is coming across if not ready. Everyone is meditating what to start with during the day after waking up. Some are happy because they have good expectation for the coming day but to others it may seem the bad day with no any expectation or future plans. Most of sleeping people at this time need not to wake up regardless where they are sleeping. Children in the street without homes still need to sleep either and children in bungalows of their parents need to continue sleeping regardless their parents restless of maintaining the status of their lives. Parents of street children are either dead or irresponsible for their children’s future and well being which makes them restful wherever they are sleeping at this time. Patrick’s bed was made of peaces of trees fixed on the ground by digging putting into consideration that the floor was not cemented; ropes from banana tree were used to fix the angle to the angle. Surphate bags filled with normal grasses or sometimes with seasonal grasses, which are similar to cotton, were used as mattress. The bed sheet used was the bark of the tree made from the tree known as ‘Mutoma’. The room was so dark even during the day because the house itself had no windows, the architecture of the hose suggested not to insert windows in the walls instead they were drawn outside the wall. Someone could think that house had window from outside without knowing those were paints. Even though there were some lights penetrating through the open space either through the walls or the roof. In general the house is built of short trees with muddy walls. It is bending so at the other side of the house there are three trees used to support the house from falling down. The roof is made of grasses mixed with dried banana leaves.

The cock that sleeps under his bed awakes Patrick. This has always been the watch for himself; when it cocks he always wake up. Opens the doors to let out all animals sleeping in their house. It is still cold outside, Patrick takes the cup filled with water, goes outside to wash his face, then takes a peace of tree which he usually use as toothbrush which was inserted at one angle of the wall within the house. He brushes his teeth while doing other morning preparations to school. The torn uniform is under his bed mattress so as to be straight because there is no ion in their family. He puts on his short and short then picks one peace of cassava, which was boiled yesterday. Then he has an obligation of greeting his parents before going to school. The school is far away from Patrick’s home about 20km but he as to go on foot and return back in the evening without lunch. Life seems to be difficulty but since he is used to he doesn’t even feel it. Even though he has no comparison because all of his friends who are studying together live the same life. With his friends Pat is moving to school shivering because it is cold and there is slight rainfall. They have no jackets, no shoes and every one has one or two exercise books folded and put in the pockets. While moving, they saw one old man whose one hand is disabled to look like sickle shaped. In Kayunga village many people were afraid of him even elder ones believing that the man eats people, so many children are also frighten not only to be taken but even meeting him on the road. Pat and his three friend have seen the man while distant, they have decided to run back to meet with their fellow elder student to be accompanied. When they approach the that man for the second time this man recognises them that are the ones who freed him. This man nicknamed ‘Kukuno’ is annoyed with this style while he is innocent. “You young guys, why are you afraid? Do you fear me? Am I leopard? Now let me take you completely” Says Kukuno while raising his hands acting as if he wants to take them. There was no time to waste, because Pat and his friends said to there legs “Legs what did you give me”. Before noticing what was happening everyone was taking his own way back home except other group of elder students. Mr.”Kukuno” continued with his journey without saying anything. He knew even others were afraid even if they were not showing it to him.

That day was over for Pat and his friends because they could no longer return to school. The excuse to tell their parents was genuine because the whole village knew about it. The cow of the poor does not give birth putting into consideration that Pat lives hard and tough life still there are some obstacles which make his life to be more tough. Because he didn’t attend the school that day he had to be assigned other work to perform. “Pat, Pat, you have come back you have dug for your own medicine. now you have to do domestic homeworks,every day school, school, can we take school and eat” said Mzee Kishae Pat’s father. “It is good that you have met that old man, but am sorry for him because if you have got bad things or poor or you look ugly people think that all evils are for you. Do you remember the year before last year when unknown villagers cut all my banana trees claiming that I am witch, and am bewitching the rain not to rain? This was so fantastic to me ,in my life I have never though of being witch but I can’t take it out of people mind. It is because of my poverty they think am wizard. Yes because my house when it rains seem as if we are outside so am annoyed of rainfall, but if that is so is it true that am enjoying drought? Why? While I want and need to eat. I don’t have money to buy food, am depending on what am farming. People are crazy” Mzee Kishae continued to talk to himself. “I am telling you my son this world is full of confusion, when you go around with your buttocks showing their teeth to the sun, some consider you the wizard. They don’t think of failure to buy pair of short or trouser. Regardless the farm, which I inherited from your grandfather, I have nothing worthful materially except you and the whole family of mine. If i could be someone when I die people mourn I could have turn this poverty I have to richness. It is so simple, if our leaders could be focusing to individual poverty things could have changed, Imagine if am supplied with farming equipments and specialists, my harvest can go beyond the sky. Next year I will start with contesting to the ambassador of ten houses in the village if bad hearted people do not kill my plan” concluded Kishae.

“Our ‘Siasa’ teacher tough us once about election next year I think it will be the golden chance for you to contest. People in this village are like man who has died today laughing to the decayed one. We are all almost poor in different grades If one has bread today the other is having cassava tomorrow. But father our teacher of siasa is always drunkard and comes in class once a month, is it fare? who pays him for teaching or is volunteering? We always laugh in class because you can see his toes while is wearing shoes and when writing at the blackboard his under pant is seen on his buttocks. It is not like mine although the tailor put black piece of cloth on my khaki short nobody can see inside” contributed Pat “Frustrations son, those people are underpaid, when they were young like you, they had their expectations to become successful but it seems that they have been left without someone to fight for them. But it not an excuse. Now go to work this is not a meeting, Grow and you will see” concluded Bad thing knows itself even the hen known to enter to its house in the evening; Pat took the pot to go fetch water a distance from his place. The well was seasonal so the ones who go there early morning are the ones who can find water. Fortunately he found water although it was somehow late. Back home had to go for firewood in the bush. What he did was to collect what he cut previously then cut other for next time, they call it to lay the trees. “Today’s firewood are not dry it will make us to eat late my son” said Kyomuyungi Pat’s mother. “I did cut them since last week but this bibere do not dry quickly, but I will go around the farm to try find some for today especially preparing tea” answered It was around six noon when they were preparing the so called tea. it was simply boiled water with coffee tree leaves to change the colour, without sugar but boiled sweet potatoes were used instead of sugar, All members of the family were happy enjoying their delicious breakfast in the afternoon. Cups used were not determined by their colour because they looked black because ash and soot. Kishae had his own big cup, which could contain two litres, now was taking the third cup. in the village people work hard and eat much.

“After this, all coffee must be put outside for the sun to dry them” he said “Coffee is our second god, so we have to entertain it although the price is coming down everyday. We are even forbidden to sell to those who are passing around with bicycles while their prices are double to that of the union.” continued. “We farmers are always in trouble when we want to sell our products prices are determined by others and when we want to buy goods prices are also determined by sellers, do they think that we don’t need freedom?” lamented his wife. “No!, the problem is that the planners of all programmes are the ones who have never lived in the village, they don’t know the way we are toiling to prepare farms, weed, harvest and dry. When we educate our children they never come back again to live in the village. Now what do you expect?” Kishae concluded. “Ee!!!, snake! Snake! Run outside!!!” exclaimed Kyomuyungi Everybody run out of the house quickly “Where is it, I have already got a stick to kill It.” said Pat “It is very big you must be careful while trying to find it. Surely I am telling you It is not a snake it is the boat” continued to intimidate Kyomuyungi. “Where has it passed” asked Kishae. “In that small hole over the wall, am telling you it is very dangerous. “How can a boat pass through that small hole if this is not exaggerations” commented Kavishe and every body laughed except Kyomuyungi who was still frightened. Then continued “after all you are going to cook by firewood the smoke will free it out without any harm” “I will never be comfortable although I have to, .all in all we are living with snakes always. I remember the last month when the man staying in Mzee Paul’s house saw the snake with three heads. Previously was told that three people had stayed in the house in different periods of time but the main cause, which forced them to shift, was the presence of snakes in that house. That man said, to him snakes were not problem; he could burn the used tyres to make them quit. Do you know what happened?” asked Kyomuyungi. “No tell us” “One day came up saying that when he was asleep, felt the material like a mattress, while knowing that he possessed no mattress, he was frightened and waked up. Then he saw that he was in the middle of the snake surrounding him with three head.

The first head was type of ‘Muluza’, the second ‘Nchwela’ and the third ‘Njuju’. “Then what did he do” “The only option was to run away from the house, He never went back to that house” Kyomuyungi concluded. After a little thinking Mr. Kishae added, “The man was frightened of shadow, I have never heard the snake of three heads. The incidence was psychological, because he was thinking of snakes, so he saw the shadow of snakes. It is like some one who was asking himself about the decayed creatures. What he thought was that all stones are made of decayed skeleton especially head skeleton” ‘Ehee, give us the story” “While he had taken a little bit of alcohol, went out of the bar to urinate near the heap of stones, Do you know what happened? “No!” “It was night with the slight moonlight. When he saw the heap of stone changing to be human being skeleton, and saw them somehow locomotive. He went back to the bar shouting and explaining to everybody what he had seen. People went to prove but surprisingly they found no locomotive skeleton rather than heap of stone. Every one was laughing at him but he kept on emphasizing that, what he had seen had seen”. He concluded. After the story everyone went to fulfil ones responsibilities, except Kishae who took the Mkeka and laid it under the mango tree outside the house went on sleeping. CHAPTER TWO STRANGERS It was not normal at that time to hear what they were hearing. If it could not be end of year festivals, for everyone in the village could be the night of eighties that means everybody could be asleep although the real time was approaching ten. Children were still playing from one place to another. They took advantages of their parents’ celebrations because no one could tell them to go asleep or wash their legs. Children in the village always hate washing their legs before going to bed because of two things. The first one is coldness of water and the second is the wounds in their toes caused by insect

known as ‘funza’, which always attack them. That insect enters the skin after two to three days; it lays eggs while inside the skin to make it expand its volume inside the skin. This process makes the owner of those particular legs to feel pains and alert him/her to take it out. When it is taken out, it leaves pig naked hole, which sometime develops pass to make the area worse. These insects enter in big quantity, which cause big problem when they are taken out. Sometimes it becomes very difficult to walk or to wear shoes if it happens for someone to have any. When washing their feet usually feels great pain, so when it becomes evening, they all become anxious. Unlike all other days, this particular day no parent can remember to remind or push them to wash or to go to sleep. All in all they have left them to be free letting them celebrate the coming year. Although Kishae is facing terrible poverty, has his habit of celebrating every end of the year, thanking God for His blessings to him and his family. Sometimes they contribute with other three to four families as it was done for that day. The family of Mzee Kishae, Mzee Byanyuma and Mzee Hazinamwisho contributed to enable this year festival for their families and friends. Previously every family contributed bananas which are special for preparation of local beer known as ‘Lubisi’. Those bananas are called ‘mbile’. Mbile are not good for cooking because they become black when cooked and after eating them you don’t feel good in the stomach. But sometimes especially in hunger period they are eaten but secretly even if it happens that the child has said to friends that they have eaten mbile is punished of out breaking family secret. Moderate pit is prepared where those bananas are put to make them rape. In that pit enough grasses and banana leaves are arranged in such a way that bananas are prevented to come across with the soil. After three days the action taken is beating out the soil in which the soil covering that pit with bananas is taken off to let mbile cool for at least two more days. Although taking off the soil is the process of cooling the mbile, but it determines whether the process of making them to become rape is going on well. If it is found that it is controversial then it is repeated.

After next two days rape mbile are taken off the pit, then peeled and put in the beer processing boat known as ‘bwato’. The bwato was brought yesterday night by two energetic young men in the village from mzee Maki the owner of it. Five years ago, Maki cut his big Mutoma tree to make it. Specialists made a big hole in that piece of tree log to make look like the boat enough to contain more than four hundred litters of water. These young men had to carry this bwato on their heads, one on each side. It was as long as ten feet. From Maki to Kishae was not very far so they arrived before long. Green grass are cut into short peaces then put in the bwato for some one stand on them to start a process. Mbile are mixed with grasses using legs, this was done by Lushabiko the man who was famous in making good lubisi. The process is not as easy as it is being explained because the processor has to put more effort to enable the juice to come out of these two mixtures of bananas and grass. If he becomes lazy the whole mixture becomes black and no more juice come out so you have throw them then the all process ceases. After twenty minutes Lushabiko shouted “It has come, it has come” “ Where is it? “ asked Kishae “I can feel it in my toes, don’t you see this white foam, now see I am using all my strengths to stand on this heap, aha it is the munene coming” insisted Lushabiko. Munene is the first juice coming out from banana juice before mixing with water. It is very sweet juice that cannot be consumed without mixing with water. The art of making very good Lubisi starts here. Lushabiko went on mixing then with the help of people around him started collecting the juice by putting them in the vessels known as ‘Bishusi’ Which are naturally grown. Their volume depends but most of them can contain up to twenty litters. Six vessels were full filled. To make the beer sweet, Lushabiko advised that at least seven vessels of the same volume should be mixed.

So seven volume of water was mixed with that mixture of grass and bananas after taking out the munene. Lushabiko went on mixing with his legs. Slowly the mixture started becoming sweet. It was good for drinking because it wasn’t sweetest. Then the juice was taken back to their vessels to make them six vessels. The seventh vessel disappeared due to the difficulty of taking out the whole volume. Now total volume of liquid was twelve, which was enough for end year celebration. Six vishubu of concentrated juice or munene and six vishubu of diluted juice or mwanjulane. While the all process was proceeding in one side of banana plantation, the other side women were busy grinding the millet to be used as yeast in fermentation process to get local alcoholic beer known as Lubisi. Big stones were used to grid the millet. Small portion is put on top of the stone known as ‘lubengo’. Then the small stone called ‘nseso’ is used to grind by up and down movement. Amount to be grinded depends on the volume of the juice obtained. The sweeter the juice the more the wheat is needed and the better the beer it becomes then the more the alcohol is present. Now you can imagine that mixer of twelve vishubu and forty kg of millet. Lushabiko mixed diluted juice to concentrated juice them wheat ’mugusha’ was mixed. The mixture was put in bwato; it was well covered with banana leaves and left over of the used mixture of bananas and grasses previously. Covering process was for making the liquid hot and not allowing air from outside to enter into the bwato to accelerate the fermentation process. Next day vessels used yesterday to keep banana juice were used to keep the ready Lubisi .It was kept carefully in those vessels. Today is the third day since it was prepared, so people are enjoying work done by Lushabiko and other people who helped him. “where is Lushabiko, I haven’t seen him here since we have started drinking our very good Lubisi which is always found in my family only” asked Kishae.

“Don’t you know the saying which says that Lubisi is prepared by lowest class people, while high class and honourable person use to drink it” replied Hazinamwisho. It seemed that alcohol had started to influence the conversations because everyone started to proud of self. “Don’t say that mzee Hazinamwisho, do you know what your name means” asked Kishae. “No” “Even Kiswahili passes over your shoulder. The meaning of it is that poverty has no end. That means continuous poverty can put you to the lowest class, eventually next festival you will not be with us here, do you remember the saying that bad name kills its owner” Kishae took his Kilele drunk some Lubisi which was inside through the straw made of long grass. Kilele is the type of kishubu but the difference is the shape. While the kishubu is very big from the bottom and becomes narrow when approaching the top, Kilele is small and round at the bottom with very narrow and long handle. On top of Kiishae’s Kilele, there is a white fibre covering known as ‘shisha’. These fibres are taking from certain grass, which grow in muddy soil. They are used in respectable ceremonies as covers and decorations. “Kishae do you know that the hippo which gives information before can not break the boat? For you have said because of my poverty I am approaching to be the man of the lowest class but since you have said it and I know it, It my obligation to fight against poverty so as to be with you in the next festival.” Said Hazinamwisho, took the Kilele, drunk two to three puff and then continued.” But I am telling you my friend; in this village only that oldest man Maki is the one who can criticise us because his son is staying in Dar es salaam so automatically is rich. Even his grandchildren are studying in Europe, what do you expect from your Pat who even shoes is the dream, even look at your house, Is it not your own and family’s grave because the way it is bending, is as if it is on its mark to start running the marathon.” It was a joke combining the truth. “Listen my friend, all my life I have discovered that when I stand up like a man to the things I am afraid of, like your poverty, they shrink into insignificance” said Kishae calmly, and then great silence passed. “Finally, may I remind you that victory over worry is not a complicated process? A long held fear pattern is not quickly or easily changed. But change is not impossible. I do not want to

over-simplify the method but, actually, it is as simple as to take your worries to God, leave them with Him, and then go about your business with faith that His help is forthcoming. From the very situation we are facing, is where we will stand to come out with victory. So I am telling you our own children will help us although they originating in this sea of poverty” concluded Kishae. Everyone around was nodding the head to accept what Kishae said. They knew him as wise man in the village. It was the sound of vehicle approaching the village; people were listening carefully to know in which direction it is going. “Perhaps they are policemen who have come to arrest people who are distilling local spirit” people started rumouring to each other “It is approaching to Maki, is that Mzee sick” asked Byanyuma. “Is it not that his son is coming for New Year festival? “No, nowadays they do not come home frequently, I think there is shortage of income. He has three children studying in Europe. Do you think it easy to do all things?” commented Hazinamwisho. “Now I can hear it coming this way, are they coming to arrest us? I hear nowadays it is unlawful to be not to bed this time of night, but these laws prevail in towns not in villages. Lets wait” “Happy New year villagers don’t be afraid we have come to join you to celebrate the festival. Here is my father was inside alone but is the one who has told me that you are here” said Pakasa who was dropping from the car with his father mzee Maki. Pakasa was mzee Maki’s first son who was living in Dar es salaam. He was working in the ministry of Foreign Affairs, so he has lived in many countries that’s why his children are studying abroad. He schooled in the village and by that time they were close friends to Kishae when he succeeded to proceed with studies, Kishae could not because of family poverty although he was much clever than Pakasa. “Happy New Year too Mr. Pakasa, It has been long we have seen you. Nowadays you don’t visit frequently what is happening? Asked Kishae. “Things are tough Mr.Kishae as well as responsibilities are adding up. Kids and preparation of retirement are also costing. You know we have to be prepared to retire the ages are coming to their places” said Pakasa

“Where you find the King is where you greet him, so provided you have find us here have a seat and start celebrating” Said Kishae They went on cerebrating by drinking, eating, dancing and joking each other. Children were also celebrating in their part, jumping and doing a lot of fun. Pakasa’s children also tried to mix with villagers’ children but it couldn’t work. Pakasa’s children do not know any language than English because since they were young ones have been studying in International English Medium Schools and abroad where they use only English. At home they also continue using English, most of their friends in town use English for communication. They never meet Swahili anywhere in their daily routine That day everybody celebrated at his or her entire satisfaction till late night. Early in the morning most of the families, which were in the festival in previous night, were still asleep. Nobody cared for anything the next morning, they were so tired as well as drunkard. Even children took the advantages of their parents to continue sleeping. Kishae was the one who was seen approaching Pakasa’s house around ten o’clock in the morning. He went to visit his old friend who visited the village the previous night from the town. The village was so quite as if there were no living creatures. Even cattle’s were not yet taken out for feeding except chicken, which always are tamed as if there is no one owns them. Owners of various tamed animals in the village remember them when the time of slaughtering approaches. They are not providing them with neither food nor shelter leaving aside medications. When end year festivals approaches is when they are cared about. Pat was with his father during that morning visit to Maki’s place. From the distance they could see most of the family members outside brushing their teeth. It seemed that they had wake up before long. “They must be tired because it is only yesterday they arrived from Dar es salaam, yet they found us celebrating the whole night and joined us” commented Pat. He thought for a while, when he did not get any comment from his father, decided to continue. “I hear that it takes more than four days travelling from Dar to here, is it true daddy?” asked Pat anxiously

“It is true my son but all these depends on your wallet. There are several option to minimise the days you utilise in the way here” Kishae explained “How” It was Pat “Listen my son, am always hating poverty in an extent that hatred turns to those people who were elected to help others but they don’t do so” Kishae said, while waiting to explain more, Pat interfered “Now you are diverging from the topic, here we are talking about travelling from Dar to Bk,now what does it do with poverty while we all know that you can’t make that safari if you are poor’ “You don’t know Pat, Not every one who goes or comes from Dar or Bk is rich. And it does not mean travelling is the luxurious thing. Sometimes you are forced to do so. Even if it happens what is needed is to review the pocket which will determine the way you should use” he paused then continued “Travelling with train from Dar to Mwanza, days used are three, then when in Mwanza you have to travel on ship to Bk for more than sixteen hours. From Bk to this village you have to take the bus which depends what time you arrived at Bk port. This is the first option which is divided into three financial classes. Those with higher income travel in first class where they can even sleep in rooms, so they don’t feel pinch of the long journey. Medium income earners travel in the second class where seats are well arranged and all logistics are properly arranged .The last class in the third one where people of lower income travel. It is the mystery at this stage because people are over crowded as if are concentrated camps during Nazi period if ever you have studied that topic. Those classes are applicable in both train and ship” Kishae explained as if is giving lecture to a student. “The other option is travelling with buses which is a little bit expensive and divided into two categories. The first is using the buses, which travel through central road, which are somehow cheap but risk. Those buses are not reliable because sometimes they are mechanically disorder or because of the rough roads within the country. Second category is travelling with buses but this time you don’t pass through this country. The trip is too long but because of smooth and well-built roads they are supposed to use it. It is expensive, you have to acquire the passport to pass through the borders because you pass via Kenya and Uganda.” Pat was listening attentively

“If you income allows the best option is by using aeroplane, this is the best way and I think everybody would like to use it but poverty is the great preventer. You see I can call you while I am in Dar telling you that I am starting the journey. When you are at your school where you study, obviously you will find me already arrived, do you see, this is the convenient way of travelling and it goes without saying that Pakasa and his family have used the same way. When they reached Bk, they decided to hire the private car, which brought them here yesterday night, obviously they are not as tired as we are. In spite the fact that we all slept late night but we ourselves toiled the all day yesterday.” While talking, they were also walking toward Maki’s home. Now they could no longer talk much because they could be heard what they were discussing. In front were old-fashioned house with several renovations, which were sponsored by Pakasa. He had no house in the village because he had the other one in the town where he is staying. People in the village expected much from Pakasa to his family but all he did was behind their expectations. There were a Nissan pick up car, which was left to help his parents in farming works. Kishae had to pass the front door that day because of the visitors from the town but it wasn’t frequently used as always when visited could not sit in the sitting room of that house. There were new and expensive furniture, which was the reason of not using it frequently to maintain the hygiene. Even the old Maki wasn’t using that sitting room, It was said that it was the burden for them or idle giant. After knocking the door was opened by maki’s grandson. He greeted the visitors in English, they were able to reply but it was not familiar so them to be greeted in such language. After seeing that the visitors are not cooperative, he decided to call his father who came after a while. “you are well come Mr. Kishae, good morning!” said Pakasa “Good morning too, how is everything” replied “It is okay, we have just woken up, very tired” lamented Pakasa “Everyone in the village is tired due to yesterday’s celebrations. Even those who were not there have taken advantage” it was Kishae “This is my son called Sammy” explained Pakasa while pointing his son. “How old is he” asked Kishae “He was born the same month your Pat was born, don’t you remember when Pat was born I was here, then I was called to go

back to town because my wife had brought forth this young Sammy, I had left her pregnant, so they are of almost equal age” “You can find the difference between village children and urban ones” said Kishae while looking and pointing at Sammy and Pat “Pat looks younger to Sammy as if there is the difference of five years” “You know those things they use to eat in the town, make them to grow fat and become as old as less their ages” said Pakasa “You find the young kid like Sammy eating the whole chicken and flied potatoes alone, and that does not mean they don’t need anything for that particular day, when home they still demand food. That’s how we are treating our children in the town unlike the village. That is not enough, we even don’t Cain our children when they do wrong otherwise you can be accused for mistreating in the court, as if it is not enough even if the teacher dares to touch your children, it becomes the big crime as if he has committed murder. This type of living is too artificial; I don’t like it but I cant avoid it. We are destroying our own children., they are going to face the music in the future when we will not be there unless things change. We give children too much money as pocket money which even the normal civil servant can not earn for six months” He stopped while looking at his guest whether is interested to the story all not. Kishae was listening anxiously and thoughtfully, When he found the great concern from Kishae, he decided to continue but before doing so, he was interfered by Kishae himself. “So, why do you do that while you know the impact of all these” “My friend, you can’t run away from this life style because, to me it seem to be strange but to the children, seem to be real life. You can stop your children but when they find that their friend’s parents are treating them like this obviously they will conclude you to be irresponsible father. So avoiding this we decide to let them do as others” said Pakasa “Now I have understood, but I know that not everyone in the town can afford such kind of life, what about their children” It was clear that Kishae wanted to know more. “There are classes Kishae,in our country there are classes, we can’t avoid this, from my point of view there is class A, B and C which are living in the same country as well as places. We are not separated in our residential places. You can find all classes living in the same squire kilometre area. Look here, we are neighbours with children who of the same age like Pat and that kid of mine. These two kids will never meet in the street simply because when

my kid goes to school with private transport your kid will be using public transport, when my kid goes out to play that means will visit big hotels and play modern games with computers and what not but your will be playing with local things. Here is where we are building antagonism. Myself I could suggest that if this is the case, classes should separate even in their residential areas. You know what am saying Kishae, that does not mean that this two kids am saying about are different upstairs, no they are equal or that of class C is excellent. You know what happens when they grow up, they will all work in the same government; same organisations and even they will be working together in the private sector. Remember in the beginning we encouraged antagonism now tell me the results. This is one example of those successful in their life but what about those unsuccessful?” asked Pakasa “Aha, this goes without saying that tolerance will be in zero

Mbali oshanga omukama oba niwo alamiza Ukiona giza nene kunakaribia kupambazuka Kunya mbali oikaile nka enshua