Late yesterday, after having a long “what’s up” chat with one of my primary school colleagues #Ian Sketch, I found myself in my past life regression; remembering the good old primary school days.
I found it hard to remember the first days of school but one thing was clear about it, it was nothing like my dreams had been. I was rather exited about this new phase of life and learning was not anything to do with the excitement as years later I would come to know. I remember being deposited into a noisy classroom overflowing with over 70 proud graduates of pre-unit; in those days, all kindergarten graduates were assigned to a class known as the pre-unit where they would spend a year making noise simply because they are not old enough to join primary school. Teachers were assigning students to the two streams that made up the first grade: East or West. When my name was called out I was assigned to 1 East or “1 E” as we would call it.
I had no favourite subjects but I sure loved spelling, we each possessed a green 32 page half cut writing books from which words to learn were assigned every day. At the start of every English lesson, we would sit a spelling test, and how I looked forward to it!
Primary school was one big adventure, its joys only surpassed by those of college school. The best part of school was recess – we had at least two of these a day- A mid morning break which was fully occupied by “mandazi” and games like chobo, hop step and jump, rounder and skipping. I remember the entire school gathering in the hall to watch school plays and magic show performances; I never liked this plays and vague shows of making flowers using magic but I took this opportunity to relax my mind away from class. And what of the joys of eating mangoes purchased from hawkers, cut open and filled with red hot chilli pepper, Or the “mama chipo” fries that would take up all our lunch money. Fun was the name of the game, how could I not love school?
Although my most pleasant memories of primary school are those of the numerous extra-curricular activities I engaged in with my peers, I really enjoyed learning and was always gratified when I made it to the next class during our final end of year examination. I positively hated studying for the Mock and the Kenya Certificate of Primary Education exams which we sat at the end of eighth grade. I started studying for the exams in Seventh grade which did not exactly pay off… lol. But I did get admitted to one of the best high schools in Kenya # Cardinal Otunga High School; at least I had it on my wish list.
I wasn’t sad at all to graduate from primary school because I was looking forward to greater adventures in high school though much things significance the good old primary school days. It has helped me live morally, achieve excellence and build a harmonious life. I seem to have succeeded beyond my wildest dreams.
Thank You,
#Victoria Primary School
Victoria Primary School Location - Kisumu. Courtesy of Google Maps
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