Yeey!😃 The weekend’s here, everybody! As always, it’s time to eat and drink 🍹🥂🍻🍜🍱🍛 and take ourselves on a little tour to the moon 🌕. Let’s go. 🌜 🧑🦯👨🦼🏃♀️🏃.
Today, I thought about some primary school intrigue as I sat chatting with a friend. I love journaling my childhood memories so that, Godwilling, my kids may refer to them one day.
I have to admit that I was quite a pesky kid growing up, not pesky in the way of discipline (oh I was a very disciplined kid growing up 😀) but pesky in terms of how I related with fellow kids.
Because of my “softness” and integrity (ain’t putting my manners on a plinth 😆😅🤣), my teachers appointed me a prefect in class three. I was made the class prefect.
Prefecting those days entailed enforcing discipline among fellow students. Our main role was, therefore, to identify lawbreakers and report them to the class-teachers or teachers on duty for disciplining. We were also allowed to impose light punishments in cases where the offense committed was not so glaring and grievous.
Personally, I was an iron hand in a velvet glove, and I knew it. My teachers knew me as the softest and politest boy in school, but my classmates knew the other ruthless side of me. Perhaps you’re now wondering what it was. Well, this is it: I loathed, and I mean loathed, noisemaking during class.
So, incited by a female desk-mate, or desky as we often called them, I’d constantly write down the names of prattleboxes and take the lists to the class-teacher who would, in turn, punish them. And this, is what my fellow pupils detested. They wanted to have their own freedom, to tell stories as loud and as much as they wanted, in the absence of a teacher of course. Oh baby, I wouldn’t allow that!🤣 Not the Lamittan I know.
The boys were irked by this state of affairs, and so I was boxed. Boxed was a slang we used to refer to a situation where one was considered awaiting punishment by fellow pupils on the school closing day. Closing days at the end of every term were ideal for fighting because no one would report you to the teachers, unless at the onset of the new term, a month later, which was a rare case. I swear, though, that I didn’t know a darn thing about I being boxed.
Towards the end of the term, after sitting the exams, I began hearing rumours that the boys were planning to go hunting after closing (it was unusual but acceptable since after school, everyone went their way). I heard that all the boys were to go. When I discovered that it was a plan spearheaded by Shem, a hefty and boor mannered boy who was also a notorious noisemaker, I began to smell a rat.
Then finally came the closing day. There was a raft change of plans. All students were out playing pastimes at the playground and around classrooms. I was with my fellow prefects at the closing arena, in the accompaniment of a group of other students too, watching as different groups planned their presentations, when I was summoned. A boy came running for me nearly breaking a knee. His names was John, and he was rather short and tiny – suitable for those sorts of dirty errands 😆🤣.
“Lam,” he called. “You’re needed at the gate. One of our classmates has been hurt and your inspection and help is required.”
“Who’s that and what has happened?” I managed to ask, feeling a bit nervous.
“It’s… wouldn’t you just come and see for yourself? We’re just a few.” He looked anxious too and this, perhaps, was what made me give in to his treachery. I would later learn that this was a means of getting me out of school for the punishment.
When we arrived at the gate, I met a group of angry-looking boys, each carrying a cane and ready to cast their irritation on me. Shem was amongst them. “Let’s not do it here, bwana (mates),” he cautioned the boys. “This is close to school and chances are we could be seen. Let’s carry him away into the forest, tie him up with a rope and lash him.” 🙀😿
The other boys agreed. And they were just about to grab and carry me away when the bell rang – blessed Christ! All I heard was an “ooooh” from the gang as we scattered and ran back to school to assemble at the arena for the closing session.
It’s weekend. Have some fun.🤗