One hundred years ago, everything was different, not like it is today. However, the change was gradual, and took a long time. Many stories and beliefs exist about life one hundred years ago. Most of them describe how life was, for instance the organization of the society, socialization, leadership styles then and economic activities of the people. Some of these stories are true, though only a few a true account of how exactly things happened then. What is more interesting than getting a true account of the most significant events that took place in this society that you live in today than from a person who was there then, and witnessed it all happen? Everything contained in this narration did happen. Although I might not go into every detail of what happened, as people would expect, I wish I could. With aging, I have forgotten some of the simplest details.
Unlike today, travelling from one part of the world to another was unheard of. How could people travel from one point to another? Not with the use of chariots and horses that knew no veterinary. However, I commend the person who invented the train, for the stories that granny told me were worrisome; they did not have any means of transport. Crossing from one end of a river to the other was via a rope by sliding through the rope to get to the other end of the river. Many unfortunate travellers lost their lives when the rope snapped. They made ready meals for the hungry crocodiles praying for a miracle to bring one down. When unfortunately
to a traveller the rope snapped, it was a fortunate moment of celebration for the crocodiles. You cannot imagine the joy these people had when a traveller, claiming to come from far land introduced to them logged bridges. Next were the rafts and later the ship. When our people, using canoes, rafts, and on top of camels went on journeys, people heard nothing from them until their return. However, soon they were able to write letters to their loved ones back at home. One hundred years ago, according to granny then, we were lucky; there were clothes, there were railways, there was a class of people calling themselves the elite, who had gone to school and learnt formally. One of my uncles who inspired my transformation was part of this class. Stories from those used to travelling pointed out that man could fly like birds did. More captivating news said that there was life in mars. This was miracles to my granny who thought that was heaven. She lived long enough to see the first man in our village to marry a foreigner and who owned a car, my learned uncle who was considered the star of the village. One time, my educated uncle went on one his journeys to the city, where he said that he worked. Some of the jealous people especially the women asserted that uncle was in fact an intelligent thief in the city, and not a worker. He used to tell stories of the big factory that he worked in, owned by Americans. He even boasted how the daughter of the owner was in love with him. He got the chance to receive education from a friend he had made when he was a young trader in the great trade. When he came one day with the news that he was travelling beyond lakes and seas to a place called America, we did not doubt him. The village rejoiced in a farewell party held on his behalf, as people prayed for him. Finally when he left, we lost count of the days he was gone. It could have been eight full moons, twelve, or