Forgive me if I am being over  bearing here. Actually, I am breathless as I write this after a stiff chase trying to track down Maneno who had gone missing for the last couple of weeks. You see, Maneno is not a crank, in the true meaning of that word, but sometimes he does cranky things that beats my understanding like this one you are about to read about.

I have just found out that some people are inexplicably difficult to pin down especially with regard to the things they do behind our backs. Did you for instance know that in each and every human constitution is a secret(s) one would prefer keeping locked in an inviolable metal safe and would like no one to know about it/them?

For students who board accommodation in the schools which they attend, the days on which their parents or relatives go to visit them are always a groove. This is because the visitors must necessarily come loaded with goodies or grub of all nature for their children's enjoyment.

On such days also, parents are expected to cross check on the performance of their children with their teachers and seek ways of improving on the same in the coming days. The jolly days end with 'kwa heris' said here and there as the parents drive away on their return journey home. However, for one with an ear to the ground, a little or much more take place on these days.

I must have read about it somewhere in certain books that it's bad practice to think to put new wine in old skin pouches. The warning is that when you do so, the old skins are certain to burst and you lose the wine simply because new wine is strong and has a vitality it therefore requires to be held in strong containers.

And as it goes, that's sound advice although it stands opposed to that saying in a local language lyrical composition which goes like "Eggaaali Ekozeeko Ebeera Nnamu Nnyo...."

I would always like someone to tell me something that's new. Quite unfortunately however, the norm is that many a people will tell you a random recollection of things or events that are really merely a refurbished version. The saying therefore that 'history repeats itself' (if it ever does) is no more closer to the truth than that.

Common experience is also that we would regret a happening only after we will have gone through it and pining in pain which some tribesmen known to me talk of like "Omala kweekooona n'olyoka obuuka." Loosely translated that would mean that a female first lets a penis pierce  the insides of her vaginal wealth and she starts whimpering and sniffing this simanyi "Ishi, Ishi..." and other things of the "Onzita" fame.