High school is the one place that you are
bound to make the best friends, have your first crush, eat the un imaginable,
have your first kiss if you are luckier than I was, and probably do the most mischievous activities and never really face the full wrath of
karma because its high school.
I was a dorm captain . We had a democratic system where the students would propose whom
they wanted to lead them then the teachers would deliberate on the chosen
individuals and come to a conclusion based on various things including beauty.
This last trait I think
was one of the reasons why my name was suggested in form one and I lost a good
one. Haha
This school had very
beautiful ladies. Ladies from the main towns; Eldoret, Nairobi, Nakuru, Mombasa always
glow and are more beautiful than the village damsels. That’s people like me. I
do not know how I made it in form three. It must have been the lady gay lotion
plus hair glo effect. I still don't get what really used to happen when
one got to form two and would all over sudden become very beautiful. Is it
those adolescence hormones?
A dorm captain
was one with many responsibilities and a reputation to maintain. But they say
there is always a wild side to an innocent face. You got me. I was the leader
of the people. I did as the people wanted not as the administration demanded. I
kept bananas under my bed to ripen and id share them with my cube mates because
they were family. There was always quencher juice somewhere in that cube. Yes
we had random inspections but can a doctor treat himself? I had the time of my
life and those close to me enjoyed every benefit that came along with
this.
I was in a school where
we were only allowed to communicate in either English or French of which I
still know none that can help me make a move on a guy (That is the most
important thing in any language). I don’t need it now anyway. That was great, but
rules were made to be broken. They did not say “English is the only
communication language” instead they said, “Students shall at all times speak
to one another or to the teacher in either English or French.” Awesome. My pal
knew law very well back then and interpreted this not to mean written
communication and so she would always pass me notes written in Kikuyu. Most were gossip. Others were about how boring Math is. It truly was. The best was when
she wrote to me “Mwarimu ena iratu shia girini mani.” I peered through peoples
heads to look at the teachers shoes and to my horror, “The teacher was in green
shoes man.” I burst out laughing. I think he had tripped over a bucket of green
paint on his way to class. It was the Kiswahili teacher Mr. Kariuki. He had a
habit of coming to class a little high. I guess were too beautiful. He needed
some courage to face 40 beautiful ladies yearning for his wisdom, knowledge and
perceived intelligence. It must be quite a piece of work being a teacher in
high school. I can only imagine having to walk into class of 40 boys in their
teens with voices that are not sure of themselves and I have to walk around the
class with an aim to kill their constant stare and fantasy that I would otherwise
encourage by remaining one position. I am sure id wear long skirts but the
hormone filled boys would see my legs and thighs too, damn I can’t be a
teacher. I digress.
The teacher caught me
laughing and asked me to share the joke. “Who buys green official shoes and
where do you even get the shoe polish?” I wanted to shout amidst my laughter
but I couldn’t. I got myself into what was deemed the worst punishment of all times. My friend and I had to dig a grave. You know that hole you had to dig so
deep until when you are inside we cant see you anymore? Lucky for you, if you
were short. I think I was taller in high school than I am now. I don’t know
how, but am shorter. Trust me. The thing about this grave is that you had to cover
it after the teacher confirmed that you actually fit in it. May be the fear was
that you may actually use it for its purpose later in the night when you
discover your supposed boyfriend had kissed your classmate and he had never
kissed you. It happened to me. Luckily id already covered the damn hole.
It is this and many
other stories that make the friends you meet in high school, life friends. You
share the most important part of your lives. The confused one. You get lost in
decisions you think are life changing. Like should I take humanities over
sciences? Some meet their future in laws in high school.
High school can make
you doubt your sexuality. There will be times you will look at the Computer teacher
and think he is the hottest man that side of the Sahara and the next time you
are changing into games outfit you will see your desk mate's boobs and think,
wow! God really did take time curving you up. Your taste for certain foods may
be skewed for life. Its is traumatizing to have the same thing for breakfast
for four years yet there is nothing that will ever taste as good as that bun
and black chocolate ten years later.
What better way to mark
the ten years than to hold a reunion and see how much your girl crush has grown
into a beautiful lady? Pray the hormones don’t misbehave again though. :) Ten
years is along time and many things have changed but the one thing that will
never change is that the friends you made in those four tender years in that
institution may remain your rock in life’s journey for ever.
This is to extend an
invitation to the class of 2005 Mary Mount Form Four South. The ladies of
strength, beauty and endless humor. This is to you who has not set eyes on me
since we left the blue gate. It is to you who went to study abroad, misses home and still have a taste of buns lingering in your month. I can’t wait to see
how beautiful mums some of us have grown to be.
This is to the 4th of
July. It’s a date ladies!!
Grown and Sexy Edition..............come one, come all!!
Grown and Sexy Edition..............come one, come all!!
