Last week, my little human brought home a piece of paper. An invitation to a birthday party, handwritten with different colors. I remember thinking that must have been a lot of work for the writer. Very good English, by the way, punctuation and all. Walimu,Asanteni sana This invite had instructions; one had to go with the “invite card,” the handwritten one. They also had to come with a gift for the birthday girl. The Huko Kwa committee also decided to dress well and look good for the birthday. Today was the birthday of Hakuna Kuchoma. I made sure my hair looked good, and there was a gift. What was left was for my human to dress and show up. I was home before she left; she picked an outfit, and I went. She asks what’s wrong, and I ask, Do you want to go like that? She said yes and then added, “I look very stylish.” Me:What do I know? Na sio Mimi Naenda birthday Mimi I come from a generation where a birthday or any event meant dressing a certain way. Hawa wako na style Yao na nikama sielewi kapsaa. I took pictures,she left, and I went somewhere. I get home this evening, and I ask her how the birthday went. She says it was not fun. I didn’t think I heard her, so I asked again, and she said it wasn’t fun at all. Well, as it turns out, they had cake, several snacks, and sodas. There was also extra cake for people who came with gifts. Now I am totally lost,so I ask what wasn’t fun. She says there was no music, and they didn’t relax one bit. “There was no joy and no fun.” Me . Yani snacks and sugar rush aren’t fun anymore? Like hata cake pekee yake sio fun? Thanks to Kenya Power, she can’t see my face because my facial expressions are going wild. Woi mama nani, who broke the bank to host tiny people. She probably spent the whole morning cleaning and getting enough glasses to host her kids friend’s chei.Halafu, the kids in this place—I know them. So stauliza kama walimwambia, because I know they did. This generation, Yani,. Before I said anything, she said,I told Mama Nani, thank you. She was very kind, and she gave me water when I asked. “Probably this woman didn’t know what they wanted, and they didn’t ask. Personally, I also wouldn’t put music on because the chaos of many tiny people dancing is chaotic. Add music to the sugar rush, and you will never host children again. Well, I hope this generation carries their audacity into adulthood because they will need it.
