The 11th Commandment – Don’t Rush Childhood

What is that one thing you wanted as a child? 

I bet you eagerly wanted to be an adult. Being an adult meant doing whatever you wanted to do. Why can’t you do the things adults do? Why is the answer always “no” whenever you ask for a cool toy, snack, or game? This question I often asked myself, and finally when I was six years old, I was able to come up with an answer. 

It involved alcohol, peppermints, and command mints, as I heard them called. 

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Give me that beer

During the Christmas season of 1999, my parents threw a big party at our place. Many adults and kids showed up. When it was time to eat and drink, I noticed something that would bother me. My parents would serve adults beer and kids sodas. As a child, this is what I observed at all our parties. Finally, I had enough and decided that I would also drink beer with the adults.

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This commandment continued at all our parties we threw as the months and years passed. 

Finally, I had enough and decided that I would also drink beer with the adults. Of course, I knew my parents wouldn’t allow it, so I needed to do it without them noticing. I hatched a plan. 

Once another event gathered everyone and my parents went into the kitchen, I seized my chance. I approached a man drinking beer and asked him for a sip. I couldn’t believe it, he agreed. 

I regretted it almost immediately. The beer was so bitter that I ran out of the living room and locked myself in the room; I think I may have cried, too. 

Lessons from the beer

For kids:

Generally, adults are better equipped to handle tough issues. Maturity and life experience aside, adults have different preferences and tolerance from kids. 

I. Do honor the differences of age and respect them. 

Generally, adults are better equipped to handle tough issues. A good example is how they are able to willingly drink beer despite its bitterness. You would think they would stop at the first sip but yet they keep going. 

I took one sip myself and couldn’t handle the taste at all. 

II. Do not take the name adult in vain by rushing to be just like adults, even with something simple like alcohol. 

You can’t handle the tough things that adults do in the first place. Your brains just aren’t developed enough to shoulder the hardships of life any more than a foal is developed enough to carry a human rider. Did you notice you don’t usually work, pay taxes, or drive?

For adults:

Can you imagine what would have happened if I drank a bottle instead of taking only a sip? It wouldn’t have taken long for me at all to become inebriated, considering my small size and that I was underweight. My parents would have punished me either by scolding me or … the belt. 

III. Do not allow kids to consume beer, for reasons besides its bitter taste. 

It could have even affected my future as well if my parents weren’t strict, and ignored me instead.  

IV. Do not enable kids in bad habits. 

If I ignored the taste in my desperation to be like the adults, I could develop an addiction at that age and would constantly do whatever I could to get a beer.

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Give me those sweets

Drinking wasn’t the only adult thing I wanted to do when I was a child. 

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I wanted to be a shopkeeper for one reason only: the sweets. As a kid, I was always fascinated by how those workers could be surrounded by so many sweets and not eat them. At the time, I didn’t realize that the reason was that shopkeepers needed to make money by selling their sweets, not eating their profits.

Since I was excited about this career path, I told my mother that I wanted to be a shopkeeper when I grew up. Mind you, I previously told her I wanted to be a lecturer. Understandably, she was confused and irritated. Why would I want to be a shopkeeper anyway? She didn’t ask me in words. 

V. Do honor the shopkeeper and all career choices.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with being a shopkeeper, considering we need their services. However, my mother thought that this dream was not allowing me to realize my full potential. I met this reaction with frustration. Why couldn’t she accept that I wanted to be a shopkeeper? 

However, as an adult, I have since realized I don’t want to run a shop due to how challenging the role is. It was not as simple as it appeared to me in the past. Shopkeepers must have strong inventory management skills to strike a balance between overstocking or understocking their shelves, controlling expenses, and monitoring cash flow. A huge part of their job is customer service. Their stock is dependent on their customers and supply and demand, not just candy they can snack on themselves. I still wonder. 

Lessons from the sweets

For adults:

Sometimes kids can be shallow as they simply don’t know any better. When asking them what they want to be when they grow up, listen carefully. 

VI. Do not kill their imagination. Be sure to ask about their preferred career path in easy terms of things they enjoy doing and what could help make them a good living. Typically, kids don’t understand the challenges that are prevalent in that job and instead focus only on the advantages. 

Imposing a career on your child, it is a mistake to say, “You want to be a shopkeeper? Why can’t you be a doctor instead?” By framing it this way, you are already pressuring your child down a specific career path, a path they may have no interest in. Instead, find out why your child loves the career they want to pursue. 

VII. Do explain exactly what chores that job actually does. 

If their reasons seem shallow or ridiculous, work to redirect their dreams. 

For kids:

At the end of the day, growing up is inevitable. You might want to rush into adulthood because it appears fun, but adulthood comes also with many expenses and responsibilities. 

VIII. Do, as a kid, keep the privilege of not having to think about paying for anything. Overall, you may be desperate to grow up. 

Right now, I struggle to pay rent every month. 

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Give me the car keys

IX. Do describe the challenges of adulthood along with all the advantages of childhood. 

However, also be careful to convey life in a way that doesn’t demonize adulthood to the extent that discourages them from wanting to grow older at all. 

X. Do let your child enjoy their youth without coveting adulthood. Teach them lessons big and small as they grow.  Let them learn to handle adult responsibilities with confidence.  

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Dubai is Perfection for Princes

I have always dreamed of visiting Dubai, the city of skyscrapers, luxury, and opportunity. I heard stories of how people from different countries and backgrounds found success and happiness in this cosmopolitan hub, and I found myself wanting to be one of them. That’s why, in November of 2016, I decided to take a bold step and travel to Dubai from Kenya, where I was living, in search of a job.

I was both excited and nervous as I boarded the plane. I had saved enough money to cover my expenses for two months, but I hoped to find a job sooner than that. I had a certificate in computer science and some experience in sales, marketing, and office administration. With these credentials, I thought I had a good chance of landing a decent job in Dubai’s booming economy.

The hunt

I arrived in Dubai on a sunny morning. No surprise there. As I took a taxi to my hotel, I was amazed by the sight of the city’s skyline, glittering with tall buildings and modern architecture. I truly felt like I had entered a different world. My room was a modest space, but perfectly clean and comfortable. After I checked in and unpacked my bags, I decided to rest for a while and then explore the city.

The next day, I woke up early and got ready for my job hunt. With my resume ready and several copies printed, I began my search, starting with a list of potential employers that I had researched online. I planned to visit their offices first and drop off my resume, ultimately hoping to get an interview. I also registered on some online job portals and applied for various positions that matched my qualifications and interests.

I spent the next few weeks in a cycle of repetition: visiting offices, applying online, and waiting for responses. I also tried to network with some people I met at the hotel, the mall, and the mosque. I hoped to at least get some referrals or job leads from them. Throughout this process, I remained optimistic and confident that I would find a job soon.

However, as the days passed, I realized that finding a job in Dubai was not as easy as I had imagined. I faced many challenges and disappointments along the way, such as the competition, the cost of living, the culture shock, and issues with my visa.

Dirhams and dilemmas

Dubai is a popular destination for job seekers from all over the world, with thousands of people competing for the same jobs. The plethora of candidates allows employees to be extremely selective. Unsurprisingly, they often preferred candidates with more experience, higher education levels, and better connections than mine.

To put it bluntly, Dubai is an expensive city to live in. Everything from rent, food, transportation, and entertainment costs more than I had initially expected. I had to budget very carefully and limit my spending. Unfortunately, this meant that I simply could not afford to go out and enjoy the city’s attractions or nightlife. I had to save every dirham I had for my basic needs and in case of an emergency.

Being a hub for job seekers and people from all around the world, Dubai is naturally a diverse and multicultural city with its own culture and traditions. I had to quickly adapt to the local customs and etiquette, such as avoiding public displays of affection. I also had to learn some Arabic words and phrases to communicate with the locals — unrelated to my native Luganda. All of this combined to cause me to at times be acutely aware of a sensation of culture shock, out of place and lonely in this foreign land.

I had entered Dubai on a tourist visa, only valid for 30 days. I had to renew it at the end of this period, which cost me 500 dirhams. I also had to exit and re-enter the country every time I renewed my visa, which cost me an additional 300 dirhams for the air ticket to Kuwait. With all these issues, I ended up being very worried that I would run out of time and money before I found a job and got a work visa.

Despite all these challenges I faced, I did not give up on my dream. I kept looking for a job, hoping for a breakthrough. I made the best of my situation, choosing to focus on the pros of Dubai rather than the cons. I visited some of the famous landmarks, such as the Burj Khalifa, the Palm Jumeirah, and the Dubai Mall, all the while marveling at the city’s beauty and innovation. I also met some friendly and helpful people who gave me advice, support, and encouragement. I made some friends from different countries and cultures, who shared their stories and experiences with me. I learned a lot from them and appreciated their friendship.

However, at the end of December, the coolest month, it finally dawned on me that I had failed to make any meaningful progress. I had not received any job offers or interviews, only rejections or even no response at all. Eventually, I had to accept that I had exhausted all my options and resources. I had no more money to pay for my rent, visa, or food. I had no choice but to return to Kenya.

Beyond sour grapes

I felt sad and disappointed as I packed my bags and checked out of the hotel. I felt like I had failed and wasted my time and money. I wondered what I would do when I got back home. I had no job, no savings, and no idea what I was going to do next. I felt like I had nothing to look forward to.

I took a taxi to the airport and boarded the plane. I looked out of the window and saw the city fading away. I said goodbye to Dubai and thanked it for the experience. I also thanked God for keeping me safe and healthy. I prayed for a better future and hoped that one day I would return to Dubai, not as a job seeker, but as a successful and happier person.

A Change

My mother always told me that I was her sunshine. Not only is this because my name is Summer, but also because I was the only daughter in the family and was thus treated like a princess. I was told I would do great things in life and to always follow my dreams, so I grew up having many ambitions. I wanted to be a princess like many of the other girls in preschool. In elementary school, I wanted to be a teacher and an FBI agent. When I got to middle school, I wanted to be a therapist. Finally, in my high school years, I decided I wanted to be a profiler. This decision wasn’t just influenced by the many, many TV series of cop shows like Forensic Files, Law and Order, or NCIS, but also because of my brother.

To explain what I mean, I must start from the very beginning. As a single mother, my mom was always working. She started her day at 3 am and ended it by 6 pm, taking a total of three different buses in order to take her kids to and from school at the same time. To me and my second oldest brother (Zach), our oldest brother (Josh) was like our father. My mom was too poor to afford babysitters, so that’s what Josh became.

In a way, Josh had given up his childhood for us. 

I think that’s why he changed; because of the responsibilities bestowed upon him from such an early age. Not only was he essentially a father to kids who weren’t his, it meant having to solely raise us right while Mom worked.

With all that responsibility and pressure, he constantly struggled with his mental health. Some days, I would catch him looking out of our nine-story building – which we were lucky enough to have – to a backyard beach. In those moments, time seemed to stand still. Moments like that were ever fleeting though when you are surrounded by kids who constantly bicker.

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Introductions

One day, Josh brought home a girl. Now, my brother wasn’t one to date very often, nor did he usually bring girls over. With a mom who constantly had an opinion about every little thing we did, it’s not a surprise that none of us ever brought anyone home. Although we ultimately knew it was because she was just looking out for us, it was the way she did it that bugged us. She always started with this smug look, a look that always threw everyone off.

This first girl Josh brought over was very soft-spoken, nice, and had much in common with him. I would even go so far as to say they were practically the same person. She was the type of person who just clicks perfectly at the first meeting when you’re young, and you idolize them as the coolest person ever. 

She stayed in our lives until I was about 11 years old.

There were times in their relationship when she and my brother would “take breaks,” but they would always end up back together. In hindsight, this possibly could have played a part in my own future commitment issues. Seeing those breaks made me realize the hardships of being in a serious relationship, a relationship – platonic or otherwise – that I thought I would never find myself in. 

The different faces we hide

As time went on, things began to change. 

Do you remember being younger and having everything hidden from you, whether out of necessity or compassion? More of those lies began to appear in our family from this point on, ones kept specifically from me so as not to dim my sunshine.

Looking back, I can see what a good liar my brother was; how easy it was for him to hide his millions of emotions behind the biggest smile in the world.

Don’t get me wrong, he still absolutely refused to smile in pictures. When he did, though, it would light up the entire room. When I did eventually recognize the mask he wore, it was a real eye-opener. This man, the one who raised me and who had become a saint in my eyes, had been facing his demons the whole time. 

My brother has had his fair share of this cruel world since he was just a kid, including going through my mom’s many mistakes for lovers, and his dad, who could barely get himself together for his son. 

No one is perfect, including my family and I, and living in Waianae certainly didn’t make things any better. We grew up having little money and only one income to support the four of us; That’s barely enough to live on in Hawaii.It made it easier to be drawn to things you never thought you would have the means to do. 

You’ve probably heard a lot of times that smoking cigarettes or vapes are “gateway drugs.” Well, it was that previously-mentioned sweet girl who introduced my brother to these drugs. Addiction ran in my family and in Josh’s too, and this made the difference between this girl and my brother ever more apparent; she was able to stop when she wanted to.  When she finally left for good, he refused to get clean. After all, when you have addiction problems, there is a lot you’ll do before you stop. 

The spiral of addiction 

Years went by as his addiction grew more intense until he finally couldn’t hide it from us any longer. By that point, we had moved in next door to the soon-to-be “chronics” – a fancy way of saying drug addicts in Hawaii – who only worsened it.

I couldn’t believe just how different my brother was becoming. I never imagined I would ever feel the need to leave a room or hide when he entered. Soon, I was even terrified to be home or around anyone at all. It was like watching a perfect flower blossom only to wither, just to see him deteriorate and lose his mind. 

People say home is where the heart is, a saying that was becoming less and less true for me, because home was a place I was starting to despise. For one thing, it was the place where I had to be constantly on guard because of my brother’s new and questionable friends. One time I was even woken up by one of them sneaking in through my window!

One incident that stands out

It was late one night. I had just finished showering in the girls’ bathroom in my mom’s room and was heading down the hallway towards my room. Right in the middle of that hall was the boys’ bathroom. 

Trying to be as quiet as I could – because Josh was in the boys’ bathroom – I sneaked to my room and made it safely through the hallway when I heard him finally exit the bathroom.

It was rare for my brother to ever yell at me.I was so scared of my brother’s anger that I did my best to avoid his bad side, and as a result, he completely spoiled me. I never got yelled at because I was smart enough not to push his buttons. 

But my brother was different now. He no longer had sympathy for anyone, swearing they all hated him and were constantly talking behind his back. He would sometimes even tell me he could hear voices in the walls speaking to him, voices that revealed what we would say when he was gone. 

This time was no different. Accusing me of speaking about him behind his back, he started screaming so loud that it woke my mother. She immediately rushed out of her room half-awake to see me cornered near the closet. My eyes were full of tears as I looked at her, pleading for help. She quickly swooped in to defend me.

That was my mom’s last straw. Soon after, she finally kicked Josh out, which was probably the hardest thing my mother ever had to do. She is a strong lady with her own share of trauma that made her empathy never-ending. In her eyes, no one deserved to be pushed away like that until absolutely necessary. 

My struggle to understand

For the longest time, I never really understood why my mom put up with Josh for so long or even why my brother had switched so drastically. It made me question their actions. Why only then were they unable to control themselves? 

I decided to look for an escape and turned to the shows I loved best: True Crime TV. I came upon this one show called N.C.I.S., a show that constantly relied on a profiler. A lot of shows I watched had profilers on them, but it wasn’t until I realized that I wanted to understand people better that I really started to notice them. In N.C.I.S., the profiler could read people like the back of her hand. 

You’re probably thinking that shows like that aren’t completely accurate and, trust me, I know. But it was the fact that she understood everything that really caught my attention. It was a way for me to finally understand my brother’s reasons as to why he turned to drugs, and the reason my mom had so much empathy for people who deserved so much less. If it had not been for my brother and mother showing me such a change and putting me through those experiences, I probably would have been an entirely different person. A teacher, perhaps, or maybe even a princess.

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