School Times

  Talking about food, the feeding was good as long as you had your tool (slung for fork or spoon) right next to you. Before eating you had to ensure your tool is in the right possession because the rate of transition of ownership was proportional to your friendships. If you'd dodge sharing, there were people good at stealing and if you are unlucky you end up typing (using your hands to eat), to be clear it was shaming as meals had to be in the dinning hall so you had to borrow or buy yours. The dining hall had divisions more like segregation according to class, the Advanced level students (Senior 5 & 6) would enjoy the refreshing annex which was the verandah of the D.H as the rest of us were squeezing ourselves inside the oven like D.H. Inside, we still had to respect tables by class and instinct would be able to guide us. Besides that boys and girls wouldn't mix and to fix this, most girls would sit outside so we don't collide. There were three kinds of individuals tha...

The class of senior one felt more like junior one I was so empty and fresh pretty much like a fresh sleet, it was such an awful beginning i never hoped it'd have an awesome ending. On day one of reporting I was a little scared, I had a feeling I wasn't well prepared it was a warm sunny Monday i remember that day, after reporting and had finished the proceedings I had to head to my dorm and "St. Mbaaga" was the house written on my form. I was escorted by these two healthy senior twos who treated me like a wealthy duke, they carried my stuff as they spoke to me they had many jokes for me so when we got there one of them was called Kanyanks the other was Inno. Kanyanks asked, "So our corridor is right there (two rows from the door to the left is where he pointed) do you want there or anywhere else?" I answered in confusion, " I'll stay with you guys if its okay." He said, " No zib lets help you lay dem gwaz" Which was school slung meanin...