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High School Trek

Should I commence from the moment I completed level 1 of 8-4-4, Primary school that is? Nuh, where’s the thrilling in that. Elementary things are for babes right? I beg to differ! Think of it this way, without the so called basic simile you learnt in elementary school like, “as enigmatic as North Korea”, would you be a gripping blogger you are, huh? Don’t think so 😉

Well, after the final paper, G.H.C.R.E (now Social something), we went on a nutty spree to make merry for the completion of the conquest. Probably you may have heard of Mugoya[1]; the pool of the Grim Reaper where distraught mortals seek to mock their Maker and Sustainer thus insulting Him by taking their own lives. Yep! There’s where we went for our last swim. Should I carry on? Yes, you say? I’m already jaded, sorry, let’s leave it at that and move on to the main thing, shall we? No? Okay, I’ll move to nyakemincha[2] of the story. Well, we weren’t going to commit suicide, just to swim and swim we swum duck-ily until those cult people spoiled our enjoyment, nkt. At that time there was a people worshiping around that place – their shrine I think – and it seemed we were interrupting their service. Their worship struck us as they were puffing bang and had this kind of holy book that was just different… creepy! Maybe they thought we were spies of some sought so they chased us from there with whips that inflicted pain to someone just by looking at them! We vamoosed out of that place sooo fast that David Rudisha would have watched us with green eyes!!!

As usual there is one who is always caught and he was screaming his lungs out that he was let go out of pity… now shall we continue? Those for yes let me hear some “ayes”…… the ayes have it, no questions asked.


The admission letter came. You know how it goes, prior to the letter, the results. Mine were good, excellent to make mwa jaunty and all so I expected a nice place to go on with my learning. Now the letter of admission; it got me excited to commence the not so higher but high schooling.

A Mono

I got to the school a month later and fellow monos had begun lessons. I had notes to write to catch up with rest. We were all naïve, golden halos on our heads, but not for long.

A lot occurred at this stage: charming teachers that you just look forward to their lessons and actually be attentive (at starring at them), teachers that you’ll do yourself justice by not crossing their path, student fights, was there love you ask? I don’t know, assignments and all the norms of teaching institutions, fighting for plates at the Dining hall during lunch time (this was normal due to plate shortages till more were purchased)…

Friendships we forged amongst ourselves.

I learnt namste, namaskar, salam a leikum…

If this class was a lassie, she definitely would have come from upcountry, bemused by the ever fast city-life. She would clad like a rainbow burglar: red stilettos, green miniskirt, yellow blouse and a pink coat representing the weird and not so weird traits we had. Everyone’s character become manifest with time since character, like pregnancy, can’t be hidden for long. This class, 1B, had all kind of characters: the verbose and the taciturn, the shy, the pretty and the prettier than others, the jumbos and the armadillos, dark skinned and the yellow-yellows, Africans, Indians, Arabs. We can go on and on and…

Then there came to be end term exams; there came to be school recess. The first day.

Take Two

Here is where one thinks, not brain wise but hormone wise. Some of our classmates decided to let go and transferred to other schools and some, regrettably, went back to monoisim due to poor performance.

At this stage we would fight in D. hall too, not for plates but food. Growing up is expensive and food demanding!

Who used to head straight home when sent for fees arrears? This was our time to explore the environs and prove how well you knew the town and that indeed you were born here.

Not much happened at this stage apart from puppy love and all the brouhaha that is part and parcel of hormone driven falling in love.

Also, we took the first place in one of the numerous exams we did, but with question marks! How disappointed we were to be denied that coveted trophy. It killed our morale to the bone, pity.

Most of the teachers were on teaching practice and boy weren’t the wenches cute! This for a matter of fact aggravated the tightening of our pants (I attest for the dudes, no strangling please!), they would rev our engines and send us thinking, don’t ask thinking about what, that’s an abomination but blame it on the hormones okay? Okay.

If this class was a product of a brewery, whisky or tequila it would be…

Then there came to be end term exams; there came to be school recess. The second day.


At this juncture, friendships have grown stronger. Some, who slipped and fell in the trap of love, sadly broke up though some grew stronger; I wonder if the unfortunate ever found out how it was supposed to be.

Maturity befriended us but as it is, it’s a must to grow to adulthood but it’s an option to act as one.

There’s this day we were sent home for school fees arrears but it was too early to go home so we pitched camp at a place in West Indies where we got to relax as tourists. The view of Sosiani River was picturesque in those days (I went there recently and it’s a concrete jungle full of hostels and buzzing with life). We named that place The Base.

The following day we were sent home again. The story of The Base having been spread to the other classmates via scuttlebutt, almost all the boys, even those who had cleared fees, left the school leaving the lasses to enjoy the lessons that day. We all went there this time we were too many you’d assume we were picketing.

Booze found its way there (don’t ask me how, I’m a teetotaler, remember?). Some of us touched it not. Some wanted to show off and got drunk just by licking the bottle top and began making noise that made the students living around there irate.

The students couldn’t take it no more and so with clubs and whips, they chased us out of that place and thus cut short our vacation. As usual, one has to be caught. We couldn’t leave him there to face the wrath of that irate mob. On returning for a rescue mission we were met with police threats. To cut the loooog story short, they let go of the dude, we didn’t know how the school got intelligence of that incident for the Deputy Principal and another teacher to pursue us. The police threat was as real as air but even after the pursuit, none of us was caught and the story subsided to thin air. I wish we were caught so as to experience jail life even for a few hours, just kidding, hehehe.

When we flopped in exams, our chem. teacher would ask if fleece have taken over our thinking hairs.lol

If this class was to be a dessert, liqueur it would be, no question on that.

Then there came to be end term exams; there came to be school recess. The third day.


From take two, there was cold war between lads and lasses in our class but all was history when we commenced our final year together. “Oktoba bado mbaaaliiii” our math teacher would tease us that October, when the KCSE exams start is far off and that sentiment stuck as her mantra. In our second year, we were once denied the trophy for topping in an exam, but this was the year we proved to them we were the best.

There is a lot to jot down regarding this class but I’ll need to publish a book. I’ll never forget my fellows from 4B. We accomplished much by being together as one rather than in cliques and that made us improve enormously on individual performances, to top in various exams and even our class had the highest mean score in KCSE. We even came together and produced a clip on our last days together.

If this class was a lady, she would have had class, mature and a best novice of city-life. She would know how to handle herself and how to clad and be a murder suspect (clad to kill). Her cologne would have been handmade just like her well fitting black leather jacket.

I never got the chance to say goodbye to the gang, my fellow neophytes, so lemme leave at that and dedicate this chorus of the only third Day song I have and have heard:-

Don’t say Goodbye by Third Day:

                                                                 Time will open doors for you

                                                                Wishes spent make dreams come true

                                                                I promise I’ll be there

                                                                So don’t say goodbye 

And the lyrics of Vitamin C’s Graduation (Friends Forever):

And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives
Where we’re gonna be when we turn 25
I keep thinking times will never change
Keep on thinking things will always be the same

But when we leave this year we won’t be coming back
No more hanging out cause we’re on a different track
And if you got something that you need to say
You better say it right now? Cause you don’t have another day

Cause we’re moving on and we can’t slow down
These memories are playing like a film without sound
And I keep thinking of that night in June
I didn’t know much of love, but it came too soon

And there was me and you, and then we got real glued
Stay at home talking on the telephone with me
We’d get so excited, and we’d get so scared
Laughing at ourselves thinking life’s not fair
And this is how it feels

As we go on, we remember
All the times we had together
And as our lives change, come whatever
We will still be friends forever

So if we get the big jobs and we make the big money
When we look back now will our jokes still be funny?
Will we still remember everything we learned in school?
Still be trying to break every single rule?
Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?
Can Heather find a job that won’t interfere with her tan?
I keep, I keep thinking that it’s not goodbye
Keep on thinking it’s a time to fly
And this is how it feels

As we go on, we remember
All the times we had together
And as our lives change, come whatever
We will still be friends forever

La, la, la…
Yeah, yeah, yeah
La, la, la…
We will still be friends forever

Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?
Can we survive it out there?
Can we make it somehow?
I guess I thought that this would never end
And suddenly it’s like we’re women and men

Will the past be a shadow that will follow us ’round?
Will these memories fade when I leave this town?
I keep, I keep thinking that it’s not goodbye
Keep on thinking it’s a time to fly

As we go on, we remember
All the times we had together
And as our lives change, come whatever
We will still be friends forever

As we go on, we remember
All the times we had together
And as our lives change, come whatever
We will still be friends forever

As we go on, we remember
All the times we had together
And as our lives change, come whatever
We will still be friends forever

>>Lyrics Courtesy<< I like the sound of the violin in this song.

Then there came to be end term exams; there came to be school recess. The fourth and final day.

That’s it… or almost.

[1] Place in Eldoret, not a tourist attraction, though it might be a good revenue earner from those who wanna commit suicide.

[2] End or tail (tail-end).

Categories: Personal
  1. Brianzberg
    January 17, 2012 at 2:21 pm

    Phliptrick, ths is fuckn AWSOME man, i major in Eng/Lit bt comrade th@ is an inviperating article, it ws as if i ws havn a flashback

    • January 23, 2012 at 12:47 pm

      hehehe… glad to cruise you through the memory lane

  2. January 23, 2012 at 3:50 pm

    Flashbacks of high school life coming to me at the speed of light! Nice one Odhis.

    • January 24, 2012 at 10:45 am

      High school life is always interesting but like everything else, it doesn’t last. pity

  1. January 17, 2012 at 2:52 pm

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