SON OF A BANANA FARMER PACKS UP..
Son of a banana farmer walks through the
plantations in a tattered trouser, carrying a machete and jembe,
whistling knowingly. It is a few days remaining to harvest, the rains
were short and whenever they lasted hailstones came through harshly.
Nevertheless, the leaves are green again; the sun has been kind to the
highlands.
They brought a white agriculturalist named some day of the
week (Friday) things have been good ever since. Rugby 7s is coming of
age, the shorter version was meant for Kenya. Ladies there is Tens rugby
(heard a friend describe it as a longer 7s) or you can just call it Nax
Vegas 10s Easter party.
As the son of a banana farmer hums a
Kisii tune three things keep popping out of his subconscious *Kenya 7s*
, * Nax Vegas* , * Bamburi*. It is practically, though not literally, a
rugby mating season.Time to clean up and head to town.
Hong Kong 7S
Hong Kong 7s has better timing compared
to the wee time one has to wake up to watch other IRB legs. The last few
legs made my neighbor very cold towards me after I consistently kept
knocking at his door @2 A.M to watch the hailed 7s. Matendechere, (my
recently married neighbor) grudgingly always opens, he too knows when
the game is on it is not personal. Don't mistake a banana farmer not to
afford cable TV, my cable TV is controlled solely by the Landlord who
has a fetish for soccer. He even made us sign an agreement not to ever
complain ask him to cede the authority.
Matendechere
Matendechere is a very prolific winger
that rugby circles will miss dearly. He retired because he couldn't
manage rugby and marriage concurrently. Your guess is right, he got an
injury. He is a very interesting guy more so when the wife who comes
from Mavoko County is away. A while back, I asked him why he chose to
play rugby in high school. Guy looks at me squarely and says, “boss
Ugali" apparently in his school rugby guys were served more of the
''white gold' and he could not mind the cost.
Back to Nax Vegas, Son a banana farmer
knows no better Easter than a trip to the Rift Valley's heart. For
almost six years I have faithfully spent my Easter holiday the best way a
rugby player will advise. Of course not without the ever hungry police
in Nax who suddenly flood the streets at night. Privy to know that the
Boda Bodas come in handy at night in-case you thought of strolling which
may end in a cold night cell. Rugby is a party and Nakuru tens has
always been the never disappointing destination.
Wanyore Cream
Credit to Wanyore now boasting as
Menengai Oil (Liquid Cash) Wanyore for the outstanding preparation and
hosting of half of bored Nairobi revelers with no idea about rugby. The
ladies never disappoint, one doesn't have to understand rugby, and men
are naturally entertained. Ladies!, respect to the genius who saw it fit
for rugby players to save on material used to make rugby shorts though
the athletics one must have known Aristotle personally..
Bamburi will come soon after to nurse
the hang over, son of a banana farmer will be in the changing room to
eavesdrop for you. Rugby never dips take your time and stay tuned.
(Lightly ladies and gentlemen, here is a
tot!!) In other news one man Collins Injera is losing it, police
reported him making six attempts (trys) at an Impala which seemed
submissive .Police spokesman was furious. “We want mass action, we can
not have one man beat an Impala mercilessly" he thundered. The Impala
owners are urging Shujaa to take away their burden of trys before the
next encounter.
@hesmatt
@hesmatt
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