How the Kwashi Kids got their name

Once upon a Tuesday morning three well-fed South Africans with misbehaving luggage sallied forth from no. 8 Broadwater Place, London. They dragged their wheelie bags on a twenty minute walk to the train station, where they were to depart for their ultimate destination, Glasgow, Scotland.

On the train journey, the South Africans became progressively more excited the further north they travelled. The quiet coach thus became infected by their enthusiasm and became quite the noisy coach!

Jeannie, Steve and Ronnie arrived in Glasgow with light hearts and heavy bags, only to discover that a bag that is heavy in flat London increases its weight in hilly Glasgow. The walk to the bus station quite tired them out, and they were glad to reach their temporary abode at no. 36 Clarence Drive and their gracious host, Donald Fraser.

The next morning saw them on a ferocious house hunt and a mammoth walk across the city of Glasgow. With nerves in their bellies they went to view their first flat, which turned out to be the most Beautiful flat, and the one they will shortly inhabit. They also encountered some marvellous Glaswegians, who are possibly the most helpful people!

We are now tired of talking about ourselves in the third person.

This first day was when we started to loose weight and feel hungry (early signs of malnourishment). However, that evening, Donald gave us a great meal and the Kwashiorkor was kept at bay.

On day two we were as anxious as ever and planning further viewings. And then we got the most fabulous phone call from Laura, the lady from the Beautiful flat. She said that we were her favourite and that we had first priority on the Beautiful flat. HURRAY! So we went off to make some comparisons with the other flats.

They were DISGUSTING!

So we decided to stick with the Beautiful flat (sigh of relief). House hunting is very tiring in a big city (especially when you're walking most of the time) and we need jobs to fend off Kwashiorkor.
We sat down to do a budget plan and realised that money would be very tight until we got jobs, and even then it might still be tight (toit - like a toiger). We decided that the easiest way to conserve funds was to go on an Extreme diet, of the malnourishment variety.
"We're Africans, we can deal with malnourishment!"
Another idea for saving money was to use candles instead of electicity. Visions of Jeannie, Steve and Ronnie with kwashiorkor bellies dancing in candle light had us in hysterics!
So we went to the pub for some nourishment. And henceforth we are the Kwashi Kids. Totsiens.