Dr Fixit (231 - 240)
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and then made us imbibe the notion
that seven days make a week. In our tuition,
our teachers made this their core instruction
and gradually, the old underwent deletion.
Our town was full of artisans
and apprentices. Most were from clans
outside our own and every weekend
you'd see them on conveyances bend
their legs as they wheeled their bikes or would pay
the commercial ones who would find the way
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to their ancestral homes in the outskirts.
They littered our streets with fine shirts,
gowns, trousers and skirts. Afro hair was in
and everyone seemed to wear it. It was a din
along the main roads and parks. Somehow, the kite
went real high and far that we suffered our sights
to have it in focus and then downwards it did spin.
The thread hooked on a branch. Its fate did dim
when the kite-flyer pulled and pulled on it
and then it broke. From street to street
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we suspected could lead us near
the lost kite, the owner and his fans were
on their feet scouring to retrieve it.
When it took long to see the kite, some kids
started dropping off - mostly near a school hall
where some youngsters kicked the football.
I could watch but I was always stalled
from playing it. Why? Generally, our folks
were concerned more with the type of fun
that wouldn't ruin our health. They helped us shun
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kicking football so the bone-setting bills
wouldn't eat into their pockets. The thrills
of being a footballer today was absent then
for they were dropouts and poorly-paid men.
Our parents wanted us to turn out
as doctors, engineers and bankers. I'm keeping out
teachers and barristers. Teachers' dividends
were commonly said to be in Heavens
but our folks wanted to invest
where they'd quickly reap the interest.
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Barristers could make you think,
even if your eyes glitter like the blink
of silver, that black is indeed blue
and everyone would believe it's true.
This one fact turned off folks from
letting their wards to buy a form
and pen down these courses as paramount.
Who ignored parents' wish would amount
to a rebel and would either forego
their education or think of how to roll
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a plan to pay their tuition fees.
Some fathers had disowned their kids
for ignoring their wish. While in the midst
of the spectators, I remembered the gist
in grandma's tale about time and also how
the termites surpassed the army ants. Aloud,
I said to my friends: 'I'm going home.'
One or two joined me and we did roam
back to our neighbourhood.
I hung in the kiosk, then went and took my food
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and crossed over to go play with Moonit
and her sisters. This time I simply did
what kith and kin expected of me - I sat down
on a bench and watched a die cast down
on a ludo board on a stool in the middle
of two benches the sisters sat on. With a needle,
another was on the half wall mending a dress.
Their mother checked to see nothing anyone misplaced
in the remote nooks of the larger compound -
she poked them with a tool in her hand.
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The soundbox supplied the vibes
ever composed by all the musical tribes -
high life, reggae, pop, rock, country and calypso.
Who won a round, would jump up, jiggle her torso
before returning to resume the game.
Then Moonit - after a string of losses - did name
my very self to take her place. The sun
was steadily sailing towards the horizon
to roost. With so many people leaving the town
for the outskirts, you'd expect the sound
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at night to be dull. (Who thinks that is wrong.
The opposite was the case.) Beats quite strong
enveloped the town from every angle -
young people in fancy clothes and feet entangled
in shoes which added extra inches to their heights,
males and females, holding themselves tight
trooped out to hot spots where live bands
sampled popular music here and in foreign lands.
They'd jiggle to music all night and return
to their homes bleary-eyed in the morn.
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But the entire Antburg didn't look
at these cliques with good eyes for they shook
the foundation of the value system here
with their behaviour - how youngsters did dare
to choose partners for themselves was hard
for most parents to comprehend and quite sad,
many a girl was getting pregnant and vamoose
would be the young man as the girl on a noose,
metaphorically speaking, now would hang. For being loose,
every folk blamed the girls. Truly, who did lose
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