Remember the time when all the kids on TV were speaking good English? some even twanging?
And all because they were adopted and raised by white families.
Some stayed with their biological moms emakitchini and went to the same school with umlungu's kids.
I would come back from school and sit in front of our black and white television set.
I watched with awe as kids my age waltzed their tongues over the Queen 's language with ease, at times I would imitate,
I would copy their clothing style, you have to imagine how difficult it would be to copy a clothing style of a 'coconut' being in the deep rural areas,
I would cut some of my clothes, sew up some to look the part.
I so much wanted to be adopted its not a joke.
When doing shopping in town with my grandfather i would be so nice to all the white women we saw or met,
Even if we never spoke I would just smile,
I think at that point I hated my mom for not working ko dikitchini.
I don't know if you get me, cause i would like you to, its not a joke,
I swear to you by my late handsome grandfather,
So i started preparing myself for adoption by reading my grandfather's Mail and Guardian, The Citizen and Sunday times.
I figured that if I spoke as well as my grandfather then I am as good as the kids on TV.
Its my story and I am selling it!!
