“Grand Pa” the kids chime,”tell us a story ”
“but i am tired,” i protest
“Grandpa, pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssse” they implore adoringly
“how can i say no ? ” i cave in with a smile on my face
“yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,” they scream excitedly
“In my day , ” i begin “we did not need permission to walk on the streets.”
They look at me with utter shock!!
“I used to get up , and if the weather was right and my mood was good, i would hike it to my office. No permits. No calls. No nothing. Just hike it -”
But before i could continue my story , i hear a knock on the door.
“Mzee,” the burly apologetic policeman says when the robot opens, “I am sorry but i have to arrest you”
“Why ?” i ask .
“You are not allowed to tell stories to your grandkids without permission!”
by Businge Abid Weere