Kenyan Pundit

Remember when you would count down days to the show?

I thought we had the coolest parents because we got to miss school to go to the show. My dad wasn’t into the idea of dealing with crowds so we became ASK members and went on members day, which was typically on a Thursday. We had 4 members cards for the family that ended up admitting the 6 or so extra neighbours, relas, family friends, etc. who had tagged along. Basically, once you got in you’d go back out with an extra card and hand it over to someone so they could come in.

This strategy worked well at the main entrance, but the problem was when it got to entering the place for “Tatoo Night” or whatever the ka-arena where they had entertainment (read poachers being shot at with guns that produced colored smoke…that stuff jazzed us so much!). Once you got in you couldn’t leave…unless my then slightly-sloshed-belligerent-dad app

Some of my memories…

– OK, what was the big freaking deal about the train…remember how we would queue for hours just to go round in a circle a couple of times…and we thought the ka-tunnel was so deadly.

– And how flimsy was the merry-go-round?

– Anyone remember the Professor Namaan head on the plate display? I tried to bring my ujuaji in the stand about how fake the whole thing was and was promptly whisked away.

– The KBL beer making display was too much, and anyone drink tea at the KTDA stand…that’s the best tea I’ve ever had to date.

– And the ka-bazaar area, where you got your plastic sunglasses and plastic kofias…some parkie tried to snatch mine and I promptly chased him down for it…hey, it was plastic none of that flimsy paper stuff.

eared like he was about to cause a scene about the idiocy of that rule…which was more often than not….hehehe.

What at your memories of the show?