MY SCHOOL CHRONICLES

...Schooling began. I vividly remember how I cried all the way to school the very first day under the escort of my mother. I was not ready for the new environment due to fear of unknown. It turned out to be a good experience. I met and made new friends. In nursery school I remember we used to carry a piece of exercise book cut halfway. Much of writing was done on red paper and marked with the stick! I mean we used to write on loose soil in our classroom which was purposely set aside for us and our teacher used to mark our work with a stick as soon as possible before time could erase it naturally. Barely before the term lapsed I saw elderly colleagues getting promoted to class one by merely touching their left ear using the right hand passed over their heads. That was the pass mark by then. One could be promoted to class one even after spending a day at nursery school provided his/her hand could pass over their heads successfully. Much of our lower primary studies were done in songs form. One could master wrong things depending how their ears could capture the song. One song which was normally sung at lunch hour before running home stood out and was the most memorable…

Nasikia sauti, nasikia sauti, sauti ya mama, sauti ya mama, sasa ni saa sita, mwalimu kwaheri……

We could sing the song repeatedly ready to dash off immediately the teacher on duty sung..watoto kwaheri as a response to mwalimu kwaheri….

One of the compulsory dressing codes during our time was walking barefooted to school. It was like a natural and community dictate. It was a norm. At some instances, one pupil especially those transferring from town settings to our school could come in shoes. They stood out oddly. This made them seem social misfits. Soon or later they joined our bandwagon by learning to walk barefooted like everyone did. By the way it was punishable to compete with teachers by dorning in shoes unless you had all textbooks to the subjects we were covering. Stumbling on stones and hard soil was a common phenomenon. Almost daily you could spot a pupil hoping over grass in the school fields because of a bleeding toe or a wounded one. You can imagine the walking style. These pupils at times were played on by other mischievous ones who could set a trap by knotting grass in a way that could bring one down tumbling especially at wee hours of the day when all were rushing home or running from recesses. Unfortunately these traps could net even the unintended guests; teachers and visiting parents especially during the opening days when grass was sufficient enough to toggle even an adult.

To be continued...

TREAT ME WITH GENTLENESS.

We may be physically different living in diverse grounds, but we may be suffering with the same background problem. My secret sorrow may be the same us yours but by what we look we seem to be different from each other. please treat me with humility and love ,because my inside is a horrible and miserable place to stay ,tears flow day and night without a helper to wipe away my tears.dont judge me by what you see or know about me ,my outside glamour will never explain my life fully.
I fear sharing with you my afflictions because you may not keep the secret, I feel each day to speak to you but I fear you May victimize me .I don’t understand why do you find it easy to smoother me than to find a solution to my afflictions .it takes more years to build a reputation and seconds to ruin it, if you think about that, you’ll do things differently .only remember that every saint has a past and every sinner has a future. I don’t look to jump over six-foot bars; I look around for one-foot bar that I can step over it, maybe you are the bar am looking for. 
You may not make my life good,atleast make it look good ,I only don’t want to insult myself by comparing my life with you, I rather compare my life with a mirror ,because when I cry it never loughs.My friend life is a play that does not allow testing ,so treat people with understanding and love ,before the curtain of life closes and the pieces ends with no applauses .
I like always walking in the rain so no one can see me crying, we think too much but we feel too little, nothing is permanent in this world, not even our troubles. Life is a tragedy when seen In a close-up, but a comedy in long-short, I have known how to take my pain and play with it, my life is my desire and I don’t seek any meaning of it, it’s worthwhile if you just smile.
Let my pain be the reason for your laughter ,but my laughter must never ever be the reason for somebody’s pain .I am easily satisfied with every friend who appreciates me and even those who despise me .But if you are going through hell, keep going ,history will be kind to me for I intend to write it. Success is stumbling from failure to failure with no loss of enthusiasm, remember kites rise highest against the wind, not with it.
Attitude is a small thing that makes a big difference, my friend continuous efforts –not strength or intelligence is the key to unlocking our potentials but only love is able to do it.
An honest man is always a small child ,employ your time in improving yourself by other men’s writings so that you shall gain easily what others have labored hard for ,false words are not only evil in themselves but they infect the soul with evil , no manner of love can habit in such a soul. Am yearning to do the best in my life that I may leave a positive mark in the society and not to judge people because I know not what they are going trough in their hidden lives,treat people with humbleness.
I AM AT PEACE WITH GOD, MY CONFLICT IS WITH MAN. By eng . wesley .