I like going to school. However, the conflict between me and school, specifically college education, is the expense of attendance. I mean there is nothing quite like gaining knowledge that no one can ever take from you, right? In a class of 200 plus students with one instructor, quite classic huh? A good number of us graduated high school and got accepted into a university or college, wonderful right? For what feels like a minute of dreams coming true turns into nightmare with all the money your swimming in owing the sharks, owned by the sharks. So is it worth it after the four years? With your degree in hand, resume, and decent credentials you get a job and a set pay for your knowledge only to pay for your gained knowledge simultaneously for the next thirty years, living the American Dream, correct?
It is all too typical in many African households, well not only African households, but even other ethnic households, for parents to address us as "Mum" or "Dad" when they want a favor or when you are in their good graces. However, when you do wrong, you're called by your full names and in my particular experience in a Kenyan household, I know this all too well. My mother is one to sweet talk you into doing her favor but, once she calls me by my third name, Nduta, it is like an automatic alarm set off in my head: "Uh, oh .I did something wrong or I did not update her on something." I mean, that is not exactly my first thought, but, ''Oh, sh**.'' It might even start if your mum was saying something to you and you spoke back and said something you should not have said.