What's Even the Point?

By Makena Muthoni Mugo

It's been almost a month since my birthday, and now that I'm thirteen, I have to join a special class in my church called Rites of Passage (ROPES). Today was my first session, and I'm not sure what to make of it yet. It's supposed to be an "instructional manual" I guess, to guide me through my least favorite topics: drugs, sex, school, peer pressure, and all things generally associated with – wait for it – "teenagehood." But like, what's so foreboding about being a teenager anyway? I mean, I've successfully been one for a month and some.

 

So what even is the point of this class?!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Books For My Soul
• Release date: Nov 10, 2022
• ISBN: 9789914409505

Book preview

What’s Even The Point?

A Young Teen’s Humorous Thoughts

On Her Rites of Passage Experience

MAKENA MUTHONI MUGO

Published by Books For My Soul

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Address: No 18, Chweya Lane, Nairobi, KENYA

REVISED EDITION

ISBN: 978-9914-40-950-5

Editor: Paulie Mugure Mugo

Copyright © Makena Muthoni Mugo, 2022

Makena Muthoni Mugo asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author or publisher, in accordance with the Kenya Copyright Act of 2014.

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Table of Contents

13 Today!

Jaws...

Grand Teenage Problems

A Camp?!

An Experience

The Orientation

The Descent

My Own Personal Hell

A Letter from Home

I Don’t Hate You Mom!

Closing Ceremony

WWMD?

Clean Under Your Bed!

Special Note on ROPES®

Want to Try it?

13 Today!

13 Today!

Sunday, 18th September 2016

Dear Diary,

Today is my 13th birthday! Can you believe it? The big 1-3. I’m finally a teenager, which also happens to be a word I’m hearing a lot of recently. At what time exactly should I expect to metamorphosize into the bratty older sister with dyed hair and facial piercings who yells I hate you, Mom! after every minor inconvenience?

I’m joking. Partly. Truth be told, I have been feeling a little more moody now that I’m, ahem, pubescent. Ew.

But anyways, back to my birthday. I woke up this morning

to my entire family singing Happy Birthday to me at 6am, as is the family tradition. Needless to say, the presence of morning breath in my bedroom was abundant. I might as well have asked for a hazmat suit for my birthday present.

I was carried down the stairs by my father (another family tradition), and placed in front of The Birthday Breakfast: crispy fried bacon, scrambled eggs, a sizable stack of pancakes, and freshly