Is that really 10 years ago???

Leo after nursing some major hangi's, I made some breakfast(at 3pm) and was halfway through my sandwich when it hit me.yiikes..Those pics were taken a stunning 10 years ago!!! At that point I looked closer into the pics ...my grande conclusion? We don't really change that much in Ten years for real. A little height, slightly better looking , broader shoulders, a deeper voice and that's about it for me. My mentality/approach to life is not significantly different..just upgraded really.

Tena after our big "reunion" last August, meeting you folks only helped reaffirm this idea..Anthony is still but jokes..Nathan the calm and collected Mr suave..Cina the Lifist with a deadly sense of humour,..Joy and that biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig ..SMILE (hehe)...Wangu the principled , ever cheerful...Kibet yule yule tu.

My memories of MKA are scattered here and there but there are some things that made this school different:

*The sense of elation(aki it was such a natural high) when it was time for Sunday breakfast it was not just any Sunday...it was sausage Sunday. Not only that..but some sucker you had conned earlier in the week OWED you his sausage....Then sijui 70% of that breakfast would be spent preparing for that best part of the meal.. meticulously slicing your sausage(s) and superfluously spreading our 4 half slices with enough peanut butter and jam to feed an army. LOL..great times..

*Being such a slacker of a headboy..I remember the bell for breakfast echoing in the dorms with NONE of us in big boys dorm(std 7's and 8's) even remotely awake..(ok maybe Steve G..an organised chap he was)...Lakini even in our deep slumber..there was that sixth sense for Mary (boys dorm matron) arrival..the second she popped...it was pandemonium!!! ties and socks flying all over the place, the screeching shrabs Mary would pull, bedcovers instantaneously falling into place..Amazing how much could be accomplished in sijui 2 minutes.

*Oh my now who could forget Sunday 3 pm??? This was time for "NBA action" time..and wololo i tell you Kids were inspired by the time that show was over. The basketball that would ensue on our courts thereafter was sheer gymnastics and fantasy.

*Something I have never quite understood to date...Shower time. Oh the things hot water would make us do...remember speeding for the dorms at 4 pm(std 8) then arguing who got booked which shower when? haha..then going on to squeeze into a shower already full of like kidu 6 chaps and the hot water slowly trickles to and end -at that point it was survival for the fittest bana...

*Any class of 94 jamaa will ATTEST to having a MAAD crush on Miss Dorothy...I am man enough to admit it..are the rest of you???? mamama that woman was something i tell you. She had it all..the Charisma, the smile, the mwili and she COULD COOK!!!!!(or atleast we thought so given she taught home science haha)
Even getting a look from her during class made u feel special!! mpaka there was this inner hate for this boyfriend who she would mention ..damn we had it bad..

*Haha this one's etched in my memory..std Six..kidu 3 something ish pm... I had only been in MKA for a couple of weeks now and would hear horror stories of how Mr Matu would turn into the rage monster and slap people sober....never quite believed it ..well up until this day...The class is a hurricane..people making noise..some folks playing tipo in class , Just utter chaos...the teacher(presumably Mr matu, is late for his math class. Its beyond a ten minute delay..so there is real lingering doubt that he will show at all, hence the madness going on in class...Ok so as the class builds into a frenzy ..i think Roseanne appoints herself class vigilante and is peeping at the door every 5 seconds or so...heee she peeps one more time and comes racing back to her seat screaming "MR MATU MR MATU HE"S COMING!!!!!" LOL In seconds , even before he puts his first foot throughout the door, pin drop silence...everyone "busy" trying to look serious at work....Mr Matu , visibly unamused, paces slowly round the class and the straight to Roseanne's desk, where she's standing , guilt all over her face now. wa..the chep LIFTS Roseanne onto her desk like she's a balloon, and proceeds to zaba her anaa one..one of his classic u-don't-see-it-coming slaps..Folks in class were jus wincing in pain for this girl..that was by far one of the harshest slaps I have seen live to date!!!!! There was rage bana.rage in that slap.
Needless to say, All the stories were confirmed. I made a mental note not to be caught in the line fo fire that day..I watch TV huku and they talk about abuse in schools and sijui harrasment and just laugh man when i think of this incident. Human rights abuse should have Mr Matu on watch bana..

*Another thing I still cant fathom is the fear MR Mirobi would instill in the hearts of us kids...I particularly remember us reading out our marks and making note of those who had being doing consistently badly...those few weeks I had not been particularly sterling in my efforts bana..a few 20/50's in lugha papers...So he reads them out..and comes to my name..hears yet another horrible mark...He asks what the problem is..and as i stutter and fumble for a answer he sees right thru my bullshit and interjects me with a terse, firm -"DENIS, UUUZEMBE UTAACHA!" and the class bursts out laughing and I was sooo mad..felt like such and idiot. I vowed i would be first in the next Lugha exam just to prove him wrong....haha never quite happened...But I will have the last laugh someday MR MIROBI!!!!

I have thou more memories which willl be released in due time...
Need to get back to work..Memory lane has hit a dead end for now.

Take care and God bless.
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