Million-Dollar Business

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Majimbo is brave, but if he is washing his hands, it must be a serious matter. We are washing our hands and we are washing our hands and again, we are washing our hands. You stand to smell the sun’s rays and you come back and adults say you wash your hands. We come from herding; we wash our hands. We go to the bedroom; we wash our hands. We laugh recklessly; we wash our hands. We have been washing our hands more than we bath. And if washing hands was equivalent to money, we would be millionaires. But the painful thing is there is no food and no money and no reward system. It is getting tiring.
Our stomachs feel betrayed no doubt because they remain empty even after we have washed our hands with soap. Lumbasi who thinks he is God is not playing with us again. His father has started allowing him to play games in his phone and now he thinks this world belongs to him including us, but no, he can’t own shit, not even a cat, not even a brain. The world cannot belong to him because he is always number last in class. If he continues thinking that he is Wizkid, he might repeat class two. The way he sings are you gonna dansi yo, you will think his head is important like Wizkid, but he is a potato in the head.
Besides washing of our hands, they want us to sit far apart when we are playing or grazing or just existing. Some of our parents think they are now wazungus and have banned their children from playing outside and so they look at us through their windows with teary eyes and we make faces at them and they wail. When we are picking each other, we are keen under the watchful eyes of adults to walk meters apart, but once we are in the open fields or the meadows, we are together like sticks in a matchbox and those who fear corona, we tell them to stop being cowards. We are made of steel and rocks. Nobody is going to get sick. But we pray Lumbasi does just so that he learns a lesson.
Some market sellers have started erecting water containers beside their stalls and demand you wash your hands before touching the wares. You want to buy mutumba shoes that are faded and they tell you to wash your hands. To wash your hands and touch dirty shoes worn by wazungus. It is all ridiculous. To wash your hands and select a bar of soap, madness. To wash your hands to select vegetables, madness. But sellers are serious and when you refuse to wash your hands, they refuse to sell to you and say,
I don’t want corona. Kagwe is angry at people like you who refuse to follow instructions and will lock down the country.
But we wonder who is Kagwe and why is he telling people to do silly things. Is he the new president?
#QuarantineStories #Villagelife #12of21
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