Dilemas of a Scoobie


Being a scoobie is a cool thing (someone just threw a tomato to my face) banange! Ok let me rephrase that, it’s cool without the limitations i.e the rules.


By the way those readers who don't fall under generation X, or the Dot Com era the word “scoobie” loosely translates to school kids. Presenting the things that kill the whole fun side of being a scoobie;

You're opinions don't matter whatsoever

As a scoobie you're convinced you know what's best for you i.e a mohawk, low cuts, skinnies, and by all means you know you're the definition of swag but every time you try to put this point across to people older than you, it’s received with lots of negativity like they're hating on you or something. None of them cares about your beautiful swagnificent theory.

Parental guidance is on everything

Starting with what you watch, what you listen to, where you go and the list goes on. Everything you do has to be approved something that never happens, so you resort to lames lines like I’m going for a group discussion when in actual sense you’re walking and talking at the Godlyfe ulbum launch. The downside to this is that you gotta cut the fun short coz no amount of traffic jam lie can explain getting home past curfew time i.e 10:00pm

There is a ban on alcohol

Yeah “blame it on the a..a..alcohol” coz that's as far as the fun goes the rest lies under parental guidance. You are left with the option of sneaking around on some roof tops with punched bamboochas which of course is not counted under getting blazed but you gotta make do with what you got because getting the real thing comes with lots of complications. First you gotta have the dimes for a bottle, then for the chewing gum, by the time you’re thinking of bottle number two, it’s bordering on your transport money.

You're not allowed to grow hair

Every scoobie has tried to fight this law for decades in vain; Those who have managed to win this war and can testify to it have an expulsion tagged on their school records; and it’s always that kafemale teacher with the most kaweke who's always on your case about that extra inch of hair on your head, or going on and on about how long hair affects your grades, please!

Your dimes is rationed accordingly

Ok this is the craziest among them all, it’s no secret, majority of scoobies don't work aka don't get a salary so it’s daddy's or mummy's funds being used. Some scoobies who want to sound sophisticated call this an allowance, yeah right! It’s called pocket money! No beef. Now pocket money is a trick; if you spend it all before the designated time, questions will be asked about what you're spending the dimes on, if you don't spend it all, they'll be a cut on your next budget because they think they've been giving you too much. Either way it’s a loose loose situation!

Welcome to the wonderful world of a normal scoobie.







Location: Kampala, Uganda

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