I remember my grandparents had Turkeys back in the village, vicious dogs and a bull that had its charging reputation preceding it. Good thing is, the dogs were always on the leash, the bull was mostly away on the fields grazing, there was no zero grazing that time. It was the KuluKulu thing that spoiled all the fun, especially for the visiting kids. Tulikua tunacheza brikicho or some other games that involved running around the compound, then you find yourself suddenly cornered with the KuluKulu, which was also interested in playing with us. Kuna wakati the biggest of the Turkeys 
ilinitoa mbio hadi kwa store, nilijifungia huko for a couple of hours, I grew up hating those things.
Anyone enjoying such nonsense for some reason has a mental problem.
the kind of ‘men’ we are raising nowadays
Have some empathy bro. That’s a small boy, not yet a man.
Woosie boy. Si apige hiyo kitu? I have no time for snowflakes. Eggshells.
Turkey is kiasi understandable coz its kinda big.
io kipii ni mwitu sana kwa mvulana ya ochah 
na sasa born tao wa surburbs wakiingia mtaa nani ata waokolea
takataka, kinafaa vibare mbili moto na kahasho moja kiache umama
Boiz angechochwa piga hiyo kasia teke.
Sissy boy apigwe three slaps else huyo atakuwa anaruka kamba na girls soon
The kid had to run for his life … literally. As far as he was concerned.
Ka mbaya, mbaya. Jogoo zingine zinakuwanga roho juu sana.
being raised in the village, he needs to stop being a wimp
Wakati wake ukifika atawacha, and he’ll laugh about it.