My life began in a factory. I was made kwa various machines. I had a lot of fun. The machines were making me in such a way that there were tickling me. After I achieved a final shape I was loaded onto a truck with many of my Marafiki but my best friend was loaded on another truck, which made me a little sad.
I was excited as well. As I was talking to my Marafiki the truck suddenly stopped. I got to know that we have reached a gigantic shopping mall. Then we were dispersed in different shops. The one who was carrying did not know where to go so I got a chance to explore the mall. Finally he reached the duka where I was kept. We were kept in separate shelves that were pretty and comfortable. When the duka was closed that siku I jumped off my shelf and talked with my friends. Then we went back to the shelf and started sleeping.
One man came towards me as soon as he put an eye on me. I was very excited to be bought. He took me nyumbani in his car and when he reached his house he took me and packed me with clothes, gadgets, some medicines and some important files for his business trip. He firstly took me to UAE. I had an amazing time with him then he took me to New York and then to a snowy place Switzerland. He then bought some Swiss chocolates for his two children and then put them inside me. When we reached he took out the chocolates and distributed it among not just his children but other children too. I liked that.
After 2 months I was taken to Mumbai. It was an amazing trip, but my last trip. Some irresponsible people threw me on the ground with such a great thud that my backbone got a big crack in it. When my owner saw this he was very disappointed. He took me to his house and showed it to his family. My owner’s wife had a great idea. She stored some vitabu inside me and kept me inside the cupboard.
Now as long as I live I will read these vitabu to pass time and have fun. These vitabu are so exciting that I feel I am travelling all the time. So what if I am broken, I would learn to live life through books.
Is it not often said, the plans God makes for us are very often better than our own plans? Yes, wewe guessed it.
I got this line from a book and my travel through vitabu continues.