Before I start. Allow me to respond to a certain gentleman in regard to lack of photo use in my posts. Until now, I haven’t shared anything present. I speak in retrospect and because of that, I cannot publish photos that I never took with a camera I never had! If [by some unfortunate circumstance] I live in mtaa forever. I shall be be sure to make some nice photos. thanks.

I went to the crappiest High School on earth!

To date, I still don’t understand what I had done sooo wrong for my parents to take me to such a place. It was hell on earth.Kabisa! Kabisa! I won’t mention the name of the school, I have resorted to using Kamiti high school because the resemblance both physical and cultural is quite uncanny.

Toilets/Latrines

Kamiti high school had 4 toilets and a population of 800 students. Because of that unbalanced equation, the queue on each toilet was longer than the one at my local equity bank ATM. On top of that, the mabati[iron sheet] separating each toilet was rusty and cut in half. Meaning that while accessing one toilet, you could literally see the other three gentlemen cast their shit down the ballot hole as well. The teachers, parents, P.T.A, B.O.G. All this bodies knew of this situation but they didn’t even comment about it let alone act towards making it better. I remember a situation as a form 1 student while casting my shit, a final year student entered next door and greeted me “niaje”. He then loosened his belt buckle and let down his pants revealing his “gluteus maximus” [most commonly known as Rasa]which was more hairy than an Indian’s chest. I saw all that! Painfully…. He then proceeded to locate the hole and then cast his shit in a musical style of sorts. I had to stand all this. Then he looked at me and asked. “Niaje kijana, uko na ka-tissue”. Which translated to English reads. “Hi Boy, do you have some tissue.” I nodded affirmatively. He than asked me to give him my tissue and since he was a senior and I a rookie, I couldn’t question his judgement. So, I stretched out my arm and gave him my tissue roll. I then watched him use it before exiting off. How I got out of that situation without toilet roll is talk for another day.

Bathroom[s].

If you were visiting Kamiti High School for the first time. It would have been seriously hard for you to differentiate the Dining hall where we took our food and our bathroom[s]. I keep adding the [s] because I am unsure which is correct since it was a big unpartitioned room! Students came in with buckets of water and chose a spot, then undressed and took a bath. Need I remind you, we were 800 students and we all took baths during the same time and place. It was bad… I remember my first visit, I was dumbfounded by what I saw. I picked up my bucket, soap and towel. Walked straight back to the dormitory and slept. It took days before I adopted to that “technique” of cleaning myself. During the first weeks, I felt so naked!! More naked than I normally feel while bathing alone.

Food & Beverages

I love beef. Always have and always will. But at Kamiti, that stand got challenged. We only had beef on Tuesday’s and Thursdays! One piece per person. The Mzee serving the beef was the last guy on the line after Joe, who served the Ugali and Mama Marion who served the one big piece of cabbage and “soup”. “Mzee Nyama” as commonly refereed by the students got the most smiles as students tried to seduce him for an extra piece of meat. But the Mzee always wore a long face and never smiled back, traits I suspect made him get that coveted role. The only problem with Mzee was that he used to serve the meat using his bear hands! He had tried using the spoon before but he’s hands were very shaky and because of that some students benefited by getting some extra pieces.

To be continued….