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By Charity Kuria

 Aki where did the ogre stories go? They used to entertain me so. Adventures of Thiga, The ogre with one eye, The giant & the pregnant woman etc were my favourites.

 What do children of today enjoy? Video games, internet, television etc. Ha! The heroes being Ben 10, Spiderman, Little Mermaid and the likes. Watching things visually doesn't stick in the mind like when reading. If you miss a part you can always re-read for in-depth understanding.

 When they want you to go sleep stories of cucu wa kweru would emerge, how darkness brought about dark creatures who ate up little disobedient children. Who would want to be eaten or have their ears chopped off? In an instant I would be snoring in another land.

 Today we've super active kids who are still jumping up and down even when the time clocks 12am. By this time the poor parent has tried any method applicable to get the minor to sleep. That includes promising tamus and a new bike kesho without much a success!

 That brings me to you busy complaining of poor reading culture. Who is to blame if all you entertain back home is the pile of DVDs and the latest PS? How many homes still have book cases as part of furniture?

 Nothing I enjoy most than curling up with a good book, lots of hot drinking water and totally losing my mind into the pages. I just don't notice the time nor feel hungry. That said good luck in getting kababa to sleep

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