I was not one of those privileged kids that got to learn chess before I knew how to talk.
I did not spend my childhood playing chess during play time. I spend play time butt naked playing with mud and sand like all normal kids. I played in open fields, dove into rivers and a dam that was in close proximity with our home.
I can tell you with certainity that I never heard of chess in all the years I went through the education system in primary school. It was alien to me
Maybe in my country the education system was broken or this was a game for the few kids that went to prestigious schools where one wears trousers as tall as they are. Where kids come to school in helicopters(I have come to learn that this is a reality to some.
Look at us who see choppers only in movies and when the politicians come to ask for our pound of flesh in the name of votes👀the universe can be so unfair😢.right? Don’t wail over it,you are alive, healthy and got a roof over your head😂. Is this a lame excuse for accepting and embracing mediocrity? Story for another day) and cars whose net worth can set you and your clan for life😎.
While the teachers stroll in haste to observe punctuality in dusty heels and shoes a clear contrast of their residence location and their working environment downed with imported grass,lawned to perfection and dotted with exotic flowers.
Don’t mistake me for a civil activist mad with the state and the inequribrium of the classes of its denizens commonly referred to “Wananchi na wenye nchi.” Just wanted to make it clear I was a “mwananchi or mbogi ya mtaa.” 😉
In highschool my knowledge on chess is identical to the one I had in primary school, almost nill. Atleast here I came across the term. Do you remember those words that sound similar in Grammer? Can’t recall the terminology though😂talk of age eroding the mind. Chess, chase, cheese. Only chase was familiar at first but by the time I left that level of my education or imprisonment,I knew which was chasing cheese and that chess was a board game that the mind could not fathom easily.
At Uni you find a lot of free time in your hands and you are socialised to interact with guys from all walks of life. You interact with the kids who went with choppers in primary schools and for the first time you meet the chess board. Strange yet intriguing.
They paid all that money for school fees but here you are at par. Your are all comrades.
But their is a distinction in the circles that develop. You can see with clarity the sheeps ,the rats, the hyenas(mafisi😂) ,the lonewolves, the packs, herds and the lions. The distinction is clear.
It’s a kingdom and their those on top of the food chain and those at the bottom.
To fit you have to align yourself with the habits and norms of that circle.
In short I learnt the basics on chess from the internet and pretended to be intimate with it. So I would make love to chess and freign orgasms when time called for it. The things we do to fit.
Chess to me was boring and tasking to mind. I didn’t know how some considered it a fun activity. I could not comprehend how one found nectar in it when the game took so long to end.
I wanted quick fixes. I wanted nectar that was dripping. I wanted adrenaline rush and juice. I wanted my nerves on edge and endophines streaming in and putting the lights on in my head. Chess was not doing this for me.
So I had my nectar and juices elsewhere and played chess as my side bitch. Our love affair lacking enthusiasm, orgasms rare but got along to fit.