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Experiencing auctioneers as a kid shaped my relationship with money forever...... Heh....
So, I grew up in the typical jango household. Private school going, new shoes buying, valley road church going, rap-em listening, Windsor Sunday lunch attending... The typical 90s famo....
Things were all lovely. As a kid, your bragging rights stem from stuff your family owns. We had some dope victorian furniture and our crib was always the place of choice to play SEGA Genesis and Super NES (If you are young, Google that shit. Those are elite consoles 
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So anyway, by associations you become kinda proud. The jangoness just rubs off on you baana coz you guys have shit. Then I remember when the storm began....
In Makini School, the Lower Primary headteacher came to class and asked "Where is Samuel? Come to my office". I was hella surprised, because I really was never in the wrong side of the school rules. I don& #39;t know what I assumed it was but I went all cool.
Now, Mrs Nabea was like 5& #39;3 and somewhat an inferiority complex. She was rugged... And mean to me at her office "Young Man.... Your fees hasn& #39;t been paid. I will chase you don& #39;t come kesho!". But I was like "Fees tuu? Pops will pay. Plus he has a new moti". No bother
Anyway, the school shit was sorted... I don& #39;t know how but the headmistress would see me at the compound and always say "Ask your parents to come see me". Soon after, during the school holidays the landlord would start visiting crib asking "Are your parents in?"
As a kid you assume it& #39;s stuff like renovations and you respond confidently "They are in. Here is their office phone number". The landlord visits became more frequent and aggressive. "Ambia hao tutavunja gate". As a kid you don& #39;t understand why someone would say that.
Soon enough, the new showroom Volvo that was the envy of the hood was being sold on a random weekend. As a kid you just assume "Ah.... We are probably buying another foreign vehicle". It starts building up.....
The Kenya Power guy pandad the gate to disconnect the electricity. Soon it was the water guy.... But after some negotiations.... Its restored. That shit just didn& #39;t make sense at the time. You ask yourself "Why do these people want our shit?". There is a ka insecurity in the air.
Then one day, I will never forget it. I watching morning cartoons on Cartoon Network. "Booof...." I just heard the gate fall with a loud thud and a lorry reverse in. It was shocking baana. Peeping through the window to see guys in suits.
My bro and I walked out of crib and asked "Ni nini mbaya....". That& #39;s the day we found out what auctioneers do. Heh "Unaona hii deni? Hamjalipa". These guys were brutal. They even took our ABBA vinyl collection.....
Nothing bothers you as a kid more than having a morning cartoon session interrupted. I think the only the these guys left were curtains and bulbs..... Heh... Never mess with auctioneers.
What followed were a couple of years of pain and promising myself "I& #39;m never making those mistakes with money". As a result Im not a flamboyant jango and I& #39;m very careful with money. It& #39;s easy to be careless with that shit than it is to be careful. Heh
Also, that experience taught me a thing about being honest when it comes to money commitments. Your reputation when it comes to money shit is important. If people describe you as "Huyo hata halipangi" sooner or later the world will find out.
