In Africa, it is best for a child to grow up around or with their tribe or ethnicity, but that fell on deaf ears in my family and little did I know that this was the genesis of my unmatched childhood.
My mum is a Muganda woman whose tribe is deposed by the Luo an ethnic group where my father originates.
Funny enough they decided to settle in the West where there are Banyankore who don't go so well with their tribes. My mother was a manager at a tea estate in Fort Portal and my dad an agriculturalist hence we lived in an estate neighbored by very wide fields of tea.
Despite the differences majority of my childhood was filled with adventure day after day. Me and my older sister used to play in the grasslands that bordered the tea plantations. In an attempt to replay one of the scenes in the famous movie "The gods must be crazy", we set the grass ablaze and this time round it spread faster than it did in the movie and it was at this point we knew our mum was going to kill us. But to our rescue came the fresh trees at the end of the field which couldn't burn but regardless we had caused enough damage and when mum returned from work she smacked me so hard I never wanted to associate with fire for another year.
Another good one was during the rainy season the heavy downpour always attracted me to go outside and play which I realize now that it's every child's wish. So there used to be deep ditches all over the estate that always collected the rain water and my crazy mad chose to swim in the muddy water with my clothes on and then go back home looking like mud itself. My mum always made me sit in the shade and made me shower and wash all my clothes before entering her house.
The most memorable of them all were the games and walks in the tea plantations. Whenever it was windy, we would pluck leaves from the plantations, pierce them with sticks and fly them all over the fields. These fields were so beautiful that from a distance they looked like a well polisher.
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