As you might expect, Onyango was very strict with his children. He worked them hard, and would not allow them to
play outside the compound, because he said other children were filthy and ill-mannered. Whenever Onyango went
away, I would ignore these instructions, because children must play with other children, just as they must eat and sleep.
But I would never tell your grandfather what I did, and I would have to scrub the children clean before your grandfather
came home.
This was not easy, especially with Barack. That boy was so mischievous! In Onyango’s presence, he appeared well-
mannered and obedient, and never answered back when his father told him to do something. But behind the old man’s
back, Barack did as he pleased. When Onyango was away on business, Barack would take off his proper clothes and go
off with other boys to wrestle or swim in the river, to steal the fruit from the neighbors’ trees or ride their cows. The
neighbors were afraid to go directly to Onyango, so they would come to me and complain about these things. But I
could not get mad at Barack, and would always cover up his foolishness from Onyango, for I loved him as my own son.
Although he did not like to show it, your grandfather was also very fond of Barack, because the boy was so clever.
When Barack was only a baby, Onyango would teach him the alphabet and numbers, and it was not long before the son
could outdo the father in these things. This pleased Onyango, for to him knowledge was the source of all the white
man’s power, and he wanted to make sure that his son was as educated as any white man. He was less concerned with
Sarah’s education, although she was also quick like Barack. Most men thought educating their daughters was a waste of
money. When Sarah was finished with primary school, she came to Onyango begging for school fees to go on to
secondary school. He said to her, “Why should I spend school fees on you when you will come to live in another man’s
house? Go help your mother and learn how to be a proper wife.”
This created more friction between Sarah and her younger brother, especially because she knew that Barack was not
always serious about his studies. Everything came too easily to him. At first he went to the mission school nearby, but
he came back after the first day and told his father that he could not study there because his class was taught by a
woman and he knew everything she had to teach him. This attitude he had learned from his father, so Onyango could
say nothing. The next closest school was six miles away, and I began to walk him to this school every morning. His
teacher there was a man, but Barack discovered this didn’t solve his problems. He always knew the answers, and
sometimes would even correct the teacher’s mistakes before the whole class. The teacher would scold Barack for his
insolence, but Barack would refuse to back down. This caused Barack many canings at the hand of the headmaster. But
it also might have taught him something, because the next year, when he switched to a class with a woman teacher, I
noticed that he didn’t complain.
Still, he was bored with school, and when he became older, he would stop going to school altogether for weeks at a
time. A few days before exams, he would find a classmate and read through the lessons. He could sit down and teach
himself everything in just a few days, and when the marks came in, he would always be first. The few times he did not
come in first, he came to me in tears, for he was so used to being the best. But this happened only once or twice-usually
he would come home laughing and boasting of his cleverness.
Barack did not mean his boasts cruelly-he was always good-natured towards his classmates, and would help them
whenever they asked. His boasts were like those of a child who discovers that he can run fast or hunt well. So he did
not understand that others might resent his ease. Even as a man, he did not understand such things. In a bar or a
barré
(Barré)
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