The day my 'killa swag' wilted in tar

As a young and adventurous village boy, I once did something foolish and lost badly. My naivety and sense of adventure cost me my precious worldly possession – a pair of marinas, or plastic shoes that were faked from Bata’s leather shoe line and cost the price of a goat.

No responsible father would barter a goat for leather shoes then; there were other important family issues waiting for money to sort out. So being shoe-less was the norm and marina a status symbol.