My High School Experience...

Whoever said high school never ends clearly has never been to an all girls’ boarding school run by… African people, for four years!

It is hard.

I spent my nights in a girls dorm with a hundred other homesick teens, woke up at 5 a.m and was in class by 5.30.

I ran around all day coz my teachers said it would save time. Believe me when I say I fell down hard, so many times. I even got scars to prove it.

I got my ass whooped for misbehavior uncountable times, I knelt on pavements and cut grass with my bare hands even slept on wet grass all in the name of punishment.

Hahaha!

Damn! I couldn’t wait for it to end!

We ate ‘murram’, bean and maize mixture, from Sunday to Sunday. Sometimes the kitchen was kind enough to add in some ‘mkandaa’, black tea, to go with the ‘murram’. We were not allowed to bring food from home and if you didn’t like the food… well, life was harder for you.

We did what we had to do to survive, you know. My friends and I stole from the school farm, mostly carrots and onions , and snuck in sweets and ‘chapati’ every time we had a chance. Haha! It was hilarious! Running from prefects when we’re almost caught and later sharing our spoils!

Visiting days were the climax of the whole term . Your mama sneaks in some home cooked food for you and your friends. The next day everybody’s complaining of a stomach ache coz we all ate a little too much!

Being a home science student was an added advantage. We couldn’t wait for our Food and Nutrition practicals. You get to cook and eat all u wanted, of course we had lots a tricks up our sleeves to make sure we made the most of it!

All that jazz made you want to just run away sometimes. My friend Sara and I made sure we got on the bus at any chance we got. We did not care where it was going. Be it basketball, music fests even Math contests, we were on! Lol… I miss her!

Our Principal, Mrs. Wabwile of Exellence also known to us as beryl was off the hook. I loved when she danced during Sunday service, called me out during morning assembly co she suspected I wasn’t carrying my hymn book. Most of the time she was right and I ended up cleaning drainages in front of Nyayo House. Mrs. Juma would pass by, look at me, walk away them made sure she’d tease me about it during house meeting.

There were days we hid under the ironing table in the Home science room just to avoid going for those marathon and ‘Pande’. Man, that man was some piece of work! When we were found out…. You don’t want to know what went down.

Running away from Mr. Jondi at 5 a.m on days that he was on duty were one of the most adrenaline packed moments of my life. 

That man was really tall and you did not want him remembering your name!

Four years down the line… I still remember the crazies.

I miss those days…