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Mr. Odhiambo had come to the end of his teaching career but wanted to leave a legacy that would make us remember him years after he was retired. His plan was simple; transform the way we looked at that school in terms of hygiene. Things like garbage lying around or students walking with untucked shirts annoyed him. He was however more concerned with this old age habit of shaking our cups near the ground to flash out the layers of porridge stuck inside. The end result was very many heaps of wet and dry porridge on the ground that sometimes made walking difficult. He issued warnings against it on assembly every week, but in an environment without water that was the only way to clear porridge from our cups in readiness for tea break. He turned to the old FS way of unearthing law breakers; spies. Sad as it can get, I happened to be the first culprit on that list. I was asked to remain behind after assembly like it was the norm. Odhis walked to me looking annoyed, that old mans anger. After a long tongue-lashing he served me the punishment I had been psychologically preparing for since he called out my name on assembly. I was going to clear all those heaps of porridge around and inside the dining hall then report to him after am done for inspection. In a school with over six hundred students each doing the same thing for months, removing all those heaps was not childs play. Some had been there so long they had dried and stuck to the ground, so water was needed to soften them before I did anything worthwhile. But there was no water in Nyangori! High school students survive on help-a-brother commissions so I quickly sneaked into class and formed the commission. The commission had someone who was close to the cooks, another who could get the dormitory key and a third who was a boy scout and regular at the sanatorium. The first would help in convincing the cooks to give me some water, the second would steal troughs from the dormitories for the water then the third would organize glucose for me from the sanatorium. (From Five Long Years by Hillary Lisimba)
Posted on: Wed, 08 Oct 2014 06:25:29 +0000

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