I don’t know who wrote this, but it will certainly resonate with many I grew up with. If you know the author, please post a comment. Minor edits are mine.
To the wonderful kids who were born in Africa and survived the 40’s, 50’s,
60’s, 70’s.
First, we survived being born to mothers who took aspirin, ate
whatever food was put on the table, and didn’t get tested for diabetes.
They were mothers who did not check their blood pressure every few minutes.
Then after that trauma, our baby cribs and bassinets were covered with
brightly coloured lead-based paints. We were put in prams and sent out with
ayahs to meet other children with ayahs, whilst our parents were busy.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, and when
we rode our bikes we had no helmets, not to mention the risks we took
hitchhiking or going out on our own. As children, we would ride in cars with
no seat belts or airbags. We sat on each other’s laps, for God’s sake. Riding
in the back of a station wagon on a warm day was always a special treat.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and NO ONE
actually died from this. We would share a samosa; dip a chapatti into
someone else’s plate of mchuzi without batting an eyelid. We ate jam
sandwiches or pickle on bread and butter, raw mangoes with salt that set our
teeth on edge, and drank orange squash with sugar and water in it. We ate at
roadside stalls, drank water from tender coconuts, ate everything that was
bad for us: njusu, mix, kababs, bhajias and kachori; but we weren’t
overweight because WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day during the holidays, we
were never ever bored, and we were allowed freedom all day as long as we
were back when the streetlights came on, or when our parents told us to do
so. No one was able to reach us all day by mobile phone or phone. And we
were OK.
We would spend hours making paper kites, building things out of scraps with
old pram wheels or cycle rims, inventing our own games, playing traditional
games called hide and seek, kick the can and rounders, ride old cycles and
then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After
running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We swam with an inflated tube which we got from somebody who was replacing
their car tyres. We swam in the open sea without wearing any protective
clothing or reef shoes. We never used sun screen lotions. We ran barefoot
without thinking about it; if we got cut we used iodine on it which made us
jump. We did not wash our hands ten times a day. And we were OK.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendos, X-boxes; no video games at all, no
99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no mobile
phones, no personal computers, no iPods, no internet or internet chat
rooms, no TV, full stop.
We did not have parents who said things like “what would you like for
breakfast, lunch or dinner?”. We ate what was put in front of us and best of
all, there were never any leftovers. We polished the lot.
WE HAD FRIENDS, great friends, whose parents we called Uncle and Aunty, and
we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees numerous times, got cut, broke bones and teeth and
there were no compensation claims from these accidents.
We ate fruit lying on the ground that we shook down from the tree above. And
we never washed the fruit. We had a bath using a bucket and mug and used
Lifebuoy soap. We did not know what conditioners meant.
We made up games with sticks and tennis balls. We rode cycles everywhere and
someone sat on the carrier or across the bar to school or the pictures, not
cinema, or you walked to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or rang
the bell, or just walked in and talked to them!
Not everyone made it into the teams we wanted to. Those who didn’t had to
learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They
actually sided with the law!
This generation of ours has produced some of the best risk takers, problem
solvers and inventors ever!
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had
freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL
WITH IT ALL!
Please pass this on to others who have had the luck and good fortune to grow
up as kids in Africa, before the lawyers and the government regulated our
lives, ostensibly for our own good, that changed what was good into bad and
what was bad into worse

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14 Responses:
May 14th, 2008 at 2:00 pm
Kibue:
I certainly spent far too much of my youth playing ‘BANO’. And what fun it was…
May 14th, 2008 at 9:10 am
Hi Sunny,this is amazing.I was born in the late 80’s and am proud to have enjoyed all that you’ve talked about.I remember leaving for another estate to play ‘BANO’ - marbles - and the best part was planning the escape after losing your marbles to them yet you still owned them some more.I would escape bare feet on hot murram soil and this was the our idea of fun.
January 7th, 2008 at 10:51 am
THIS IS THE STORY THAT SHOULD BE TOLD NOW.A SYMBOL OF THE KENYAN WAY OF LIFE-PEACE,LOVE AND UNITY. HOW I MISS WHEN WE USED TO PLAY ‘BONO’ [MARBLES] !
December 18th, 2007 at 9:18 am
I miss the days when there would be a black out, especially at night since that would mean playing ‘hide and seek’…too bad for the person who was ‘hoping’( looking for others)…kids nowadays rant and rave when lights go out coz they can’t play ‘hitman’ or use their playsations..or cannot recharge their ‘camera-mp3-webaccessed’ cellphones just to say goodnight to their next door neighbour!!!!
September 10th, 2007 at 9:58 am
Hi Sunny, thanks for a brilliant website … This particular article made me nostalgic about letter writing (using a biro and paper that is, not email or sms!!!)… I remember the best part of Sunday papers in the 80s ( I was in primary school then) was the penpal section - imagining the places some of the names came from and waiting for replies that more often than not never came … but I still wrote describing what interesting thing I did that day - a brilliant journal if any!!!. In high school over prep, we exchanged letter pads depending on who you were writing to - boyfriends got flowery pads, pals got the fullscap from the biology notes file … drafts were written and rewritten to make sure you expressed yourself right … letter writing was a culture in itself! It has been so long since i wrote a letter, I’m now hooked on the efficiency of email and sms.
I think the difference between NOW and THEN is that human contact has been lost to the efficiency of machines. Today I can work from home … alone … as long as I’ve got internet! Office gossip, endless tea and mandazi breaks may not make cents but they make us alive… and so for me the nostalgia is about just being human …
September 7th, 2007 at 8:32 am
Yes, those were the days and unfortunately things have changed so much these days. I think that is why this new generation of kids is unable to cope with some of life’s simple problems. I don’t think in those days there was much heard about drugs and irresponsible sexual behaviour..problems affecting today’s teenager. They have been exposed to so many things from the western culture courtesy of this thing called the television. I think life was much safer then and one took life day at a time.
It’s rather unfortunate that this is happening and the only thing we can do is just pray and hope that this new generation will learn a bit from the older ones.
June 12th, 2007 at 10:43 am
Incidentally, a new report by the Royal Society for the Prevention of Accidents (I’m not kidding, there is such a thing!) says that kids should be allowed to play outside, climb trees etc without parents worrying too much. They will learn ‘life-long lessons’ from their cuts and bruises, says the report.
Another survey reported that 43 per cent of UK parents don’t think children under 14 should go out unsupervised…
June 8th, 2007 at 5:35 pm
Big up big up whoever wrote dis one guan staff i wish de world would keep the guan old tym ting“s 21st dem kid we spoiling dem man if u live abroad sent them ya kids to Africa fi dem to learn him hard lyf. I really feel lucky to have beena born if de black contint word iit up Jah pple lets us Nation up coz tommorrow it would de only guan place fi stay. Am an African and so proud to be live op man jah guidance and protexion Aire Aire conquer babylon .
June 2nd, 2007 at 1:35 pm
I grew up in South ‘B’, and it is similarly unrecognisable.
Yes, the mock rallies went on for 4-5 days, just like the real thing, and were a feat of organisation in themselves. Because everyone was a participant, there was no referee - so we all had to check on each other. If you car tipped over onto its side - 1 penalty point; if it went on its back - 2 points. So you could be ‘first on the road’ but not win because of your accumulated penalties - just like in the real Safari!
June 2nd, 2007 at 12:05 pm
You made me smile there, Sunny. Yep, our rallies used to coincide with the main one during the April holidays. It was real fun with the logistics - prepping the wire cars with mudguards, bottle tops on the roof etc. I remember we used to hold our rally legs - leg 1 Eastleigh, leg 2 all the way to Buru Buru, leg 3 Kimathi Estate and Bahati.
You know I can’t recognise the Eastlands that I grew up in; it was a good place then. The safari winner got a soda after every participant had contributed 5 cents as prize money, we used to pay another 5 cents for organisation which of course went to the neighbourhood bully…ha ha ha…of course he is the one who used to flag off the rally…luckily for me the neighbourhood bully was my big bro…the good days!
May 27th, 2007 at 1:26 pm
What about the mini ‘Safari Rally’ that boys used to hold? Pulling a little Matchbox car on a string through puddles, slopes, mud sections etc? It was all meticulously planned, with checkpoints and scorecards, and the rally ran on for days, just as the real one did. We would go to sleep thinking about the next day’s sections, and how to make up the points gap, and how we had to get a better car next year…
May 27th, 2007 at 11:52 am
De ja vu at its best…those were the days. Growing up in Nairobi was interesting. Lunch was never at home, you would always be invited to eat at your friend’s and vice versa. The food was different but we all ate like one family. Life was safe, clean and good. Kenya wasn’t rich materially then but it was wealthy in love.
May 27th, 2007 at 6:32 am
Wonderful piece! It just shows me how much the world has changed from when I was a kid, rather sad to say the least.
May 9th, 2007 at 5:51 pm
I remember walking over to my friend’s house every weekend when I was about 7 years old. I had to pass several kiosks on the way and each time one of the kiosk owners would shout out to me “Nikwega” and throw me a Big G or Black Pussycat gum as a treat. No one frowned upon the fact that I was accepting treats from complete strangers. Goodness me, now even smiling at strangers is practically against the law.


