Hello there!

To the wonderful kids who were born in Africa and survived the 40's, 50's, 60's, 70's and
And for many ‘Lucky’ enough, they still continue to ‘enjoy’ this lifestyle; Back home in Africa…। First, we survived being born to mothers, some whose husbands smoked and /or drank while they carried उस.They 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 bright 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 orcabinets, 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 sambusa; 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, madafu, ate everything that was bad for us from mabungo, mix, kababs,bhajias , kachori, zambarau, raw mango, kunazi, viazi ponda, kitale and etc, .etc. 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 O.K. 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 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, Nintendo's, 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 I-Pods, 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 was 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.
Those were the days my friend!! Kweli OLD is GOLD!.

Michuzi Blog

Tanzanian blog operating since 2005, covering International news and Local News, including Politics, Fashion, Social Scenes, Interviews, Movies, Events, personalities and anything positive happening worldwide. Written in Swahili and English targeting both Swahili and English readers.

Toa Maoni Yako:

Kuna Maoni 9 mpaka sasa

  1. Typical african kid but nafikiri imeandikwa na ghanaian kwa hiyo miaka 50 ya uhuru wao.

    ReplyDelete
  2. No, this is typical Africa. I salute this article! But this episode reflects middle classes wa mjini atleast maana, mimi NA WENGINE tuliokulia vijijini had no chance ya kuogea lifebuoy au kunywa chai asubuhi, au kuvaa viatu shuleni, but we pesevered and made it where we are......

    Kweli for posterity I look behind and say, Africans we have lost our heritage. MAYBE, MAYBE NOT! These sentiments might not make sense for those nduguz who grew up in Obay or Masaki et al! But they should learn what we went through and what determination and hardwork can achieve! Ask Issa!

    But trust me, for those who come from real TZ or Africa...we look back and say God has given to us, more than what we could legitimately claim from him! Iam glad that I have been part of this transition and able to live in both world! Kweli tumetoka mbali!! ( I remember seeing Television for the first time nikiwa form two and I will never express the mystery and excitement which captured me!! Ohhhh.....!!) God bless Africa and its sons and daughters!

    ReplyDelete
  3. whoever wrote this, gave me a strength in my heart.

    Kama ni Mghana asingejua, Mabungo, Vitoe, Vipumbu vya paka, Mabumunda, sambusa, Zambarau, Ufuta, urojo, matopetope (Msaki upo? unakumbuka kwenu kulikuwa na mti wa mtopetope?) nk. haha hayo ni matunda na vyakula tulivyokuwa tunakula.

    Nafurahia hii, asante kwa aliyeutuma na asante kwa Michuzi kutuwekea na sisi tufaidi enzi zile. maana ilikuwa unakimbizana mchana kutwa kifua wazi, na sana sana kimejaa michuzi ya embe iliyokaukiana baada ya kula, au mabibo na korosho, hahahaha. au unakwenda eti kuwinda na Mbwa, mnachowinda hakieleweki, na manati yako shingoni. I like that.

    ReplyDelete
  4. Remember, you grew up in very daunting environments! You survived, as your grandparents did.

    You were satisfied at the democratising school uniform, though others could buy more maandazi, and there was no ku-kogana sana: as to wears “ya kisasa” be in Nike or Adiddas (fake or real). No “twanga pepeta", no cellular phones, no TV, few radio sets for many participants. You had low level of technology compared to today. You had less social environments to compete with or steal your valuable school time!

    You had time to concentrate on studies. That was the only enticing environment, apart from showing-off at religious services.

    No wonder, you set for Cambridge University School Certificate, Ordinary Level and/or Advanced Level and some of you passed with flying colours! Get me right, not all excelled!

    Anyway, the message is fantastic!

    Bye the way, mimi nafikiri imeandikwa na Mtanzania mwenye asili ya Kihindi!

    ReplyDelete
  5. Big summary ya maisha yetu. Can't trade nothing for that. Kunywa juice na chips dume azania kwa miaka minne na hakuna typhoid wala nini...TV kwa jirani, viatu vya kanisani tu...GOD is definitly watching what is happening na hao politician watakuwa cloned ili wachomwe mara mbili

    ReplyDelete
  6. Dream on dream on ! That will never come back and we dont miss it !
    We love our play stations too much and we cant do without mobile phones !
    Can any one imagine life without internet !I would be lost for a starter !
    JK

    ReplyDelete
  7. I was born in the 80's and can still relate to what this guy has written over here...those were the days..now i cant live without ma cell phone or checkin ma emails on a daily basis..

    ReplyDelete
  8. Maisha hayo hata hapa Uingereza yalikuwa hivyo hivyo mpaka miaka ya 1970 mimi nilizaliwa jiji Glasgow na maisha yalikuwa kama ya maoni ya anonymous . Lakini wabunge, mawakili na wanasiasa sasa wameingilia mifumo ya maisha ya watu na kuvuruga kabisa desturi nzuri za kiutu kama kuheshimiana, kuaminiana na kuishi kama jamii moja. Sasa tumefungwa katika mfumo wa kimataifa wa maisha kama kuku wa kisasa katika matundu hatuchanganyikani tena.

    ReplyDelete
  9. Nimekumbuka mbali sana leo kwa hii makala hapo juu;hayo yote nimeyapitia and i enjoyed it very well.Lakini siku siku michezo ya watoto imepungua sana kutokana na maendeleo ya wakazi na makazi ya mijini.Ilikuwa mtoto akienda Dar akarudi likizo basi atatutawala sana kwa stori za uwongo na kweli....mara oh shimoni Kariakoo,Posta,n.k kumbe alifikia kwa anti yake Temeke na wala hakufika hata Chang'mbe.

    Kulikuwa na yale mabo ya kufanya matusi pia ktk michezo ya baba na mama;sie tuliokuwa wadogo ktk kundi ilituchukua muda sana kuwa kina baba/mama.Sometimes tulizusha vita na watoto wa mtaa mwingine,silaha udongo wa kichuguu.

    MVUVI umeniacha hoi sana kwa comments zako.Tulienda sana porini,tena mbali sana na mji,eti kuwinda sungira na digidigi amabo hatukuwahi hata kuwaona maeneo hayo.Huko tulikuwla sana vitoro,mabungo,embe ng'ng'o,usofu,pumbu za paka,shirazi na vitunda vingine vya ajabu ajabu.Yaani acha tu!

    Mbaya zaidi nakumbuka kuna mwenzetu alikufa ktk ajali wakati tunalikimbiza gari (siku ndio nimejua kuwa lilikuwa mini bus-toyota) mwaka 1985.Baada ya kampeni mchana ambapo Mwalimu alihutubia kumnadi Mwinyi,jioni hilo gari la wakereketwa lilikuwa lapita barabarani taratibu tu,tukalidandia.Kinara wetu(marehemu) alikuwa na mkono mmoja tu-wa kushoto-na akalidandia,baada ya kama 1km hivi akachoka,akadondoka.

    Wapita njia wakapiga kelele kwa dereva...UMEUAA...UMEUAA.Dereva karudi nyuma..lahaulah...akampitia yule mwenzetu tumboni;walivyompigia kelele tena akachanganyikiwa kabisa,akaenda mbele....akampiti tena tumboni na gari likazima palelale juu ya mwili wake...THAT WAS MORE THAN ENOUGH TO SEND THE YOUNG BOY BACK TO HEAVEN.

    Utoto ulinipa raha sana na mafunzo makubwa,wenzangu mna stori gani?
    J.K.

    ReplyDelete

Hii ni Blog ya Watanzania popote walipo duniani kwa ajili ya kuhabarisha, kutoa/kupokea taarifa na kuelimisha mambo yote yaliyo chanya kwa Taifa letu. Tafadhali sana unapotoa maoni usichafue hali ya hewa wala usijeruhi hisia za mtu/watu. Kuwa mstaarabu...