A guitar, gitaa and the Two Beatles
December 8, 1980 was a tarehe that I will never forget. I had been to an event with the school band. My father and I were heading home. It was late at night, and we were listening to the radio. I will never forget the news. John Lennon had been shot and killed. My father tried to hide it, but he couldn't help it. He just had to cry. I asked, "Father, was he your friend?" My father dried his tears and said, "No, son, I never met him. I only knew of him. He was a member of the British band, the Beatles." I was curious and asked him to tell me more. He told me about how they gained popularity in all of Europe, and then they came to America. They had broken up in the awali decade. The inayofuata morning, my father let me listen to some of his records. They had a nice sound. I said, "That's really neat. I think I'd like to learn to play some of that music." My father said, "All right. I'll onyesha wewe something after school." When I came nyumbani from school, my father ordered me to follow him to the attic. He showed me an old guitar, gitaa that seemed to be in good condition. He said, "This was my grandfather's, and now, it belongs to you." I thanked him for the guitar, gitaa and started playing on it. We didn't know anyone who could teach me, so I had to learn on my own. About six months later, my father decided to get me a puppy for my birthday. One of the neighbors bred some Labrador puppies. My father picked out one of the chokoleti colored puppies. I thanked him for the puppy, and I named it Beatle. Beatle was a great dog. He was very intelligent, and he was very loyal. Whenever I had a bad day, he was always there to cheer me up. As he grew, he became a good-sized dog. His tiny bark became a big, scary boom. As time passed, I soon learned that I needed him and good muziki to get me through the day, because something tragic occurred.
December 8, 1980 was a tarehe that I will never forget. I had been to an event with the school band. My father and I were heading home. It was late at night, and we were listening to the radio. I will never forget the news. John Lennon had been shot and killed. My father tried to hide it, but he couldn't help it. He just had to cry. I asked, "Father, was he your friend?" My father dried his tears and said, "No, son, I never met him. I only knew of him. He was a member of the British band, the Beatles." I was curious and asked him to tell me more. He told me about how they gained popularity in all of Europe, and then they came to America. They had broken up in the awali decade. The inayofuata morning, my father let me listen to some of his records. They had a nice sound. I said, "That's really neat. I think I'd like to learn to play some of that music." My father said, "All right. I'll onyesha wewe something after school." When I came nyumbani from school, my father ordered me to follow him to the attic. He showed me an old guitar, gitaa that seemed to be in good condition. He said, "This was my grandfather's, and now, it belongs to you." I thanked him for the guitar, gitaa and started playing on it. We didn't know anyone who could teach me, so I had to learn on my own. About six months later, my father decided to get me a puppy for my birthday. One of the neighbors bred some Labrador puppies. My father picked out one of the chokoleti colored puppies. I thanked him for the puppy, and I named it Beatle. Beatle was a great dog. He was very intelligent, and he was very loyal. Whenever I had a bad day, he was always there to cheer me up. As he grew, he became a good-sized dog. His tiny bark became a big, scary boom. As time passed, I soon learned that I needed him and good muziki to get me through the day, because something tragic occurred.