We used to go back to school two weeks after our fellow students had
joined, this intern gave us the liberty to enjoy our holidays
with out worry since all the needed fulfillments would be achieved over
time as Muzei had to look for the dime from all corners since our family was a big one.
This fateful holiday we had camped at Aunt Specioza’s place in kamuli with the boyoz, and truth be told it must have been one of my favourite holidays if am to remember. From soccer to visiting childhood friends. That was our daily schedule as our female siblings ran the house chores.
Senga always came back at around 5:30pm and trust me she always found us home as though we spent the whole day reading books and i believe she must have been so proud of us. Our routine went on and not a single time did we think there would be darkness not light at the end of the tunnel. I mean we were smarter than Einstein himself.
Since time can not be cheated, before we knew it the holidays were almost
done. One fateful evening, senga came back with a big sac full of scholastic Materials to distribute among us . “I hope you are all ready for school, your dad has requested you all to go back to the city by tomorrow evening”.
Its at this point that I remembered about my unwashed uniforms, torn shoes and undone holiday package. We all wore that “ am scared” look. What worried us might have been similar or the rest were scared of school. Smart Einstein got an idea to implement and get the small problem solved.
Before we knew we were in kampala and home later the following day.
Mom was happy, mzee Bossa welcomed us as well. A few moments later we all had to present our items to be used in school and we happily hit the bedrooms, I was forced to hit the girls room to borrow a uniform to present as kikosi rules apply. I was able to pass the first test, but before I could enter the bedroom to take back my requirements mom yelled “holide pakegi wa tomu omulabye…..” to mean have you checked
Tomusanges’ holiday work, kikoosi was worried I wouldn’t win this one but to their surprise I had the holiday work.
The challenge that led to my downfall started when we entered the school premises. Maybe I would have suceeded to the next phase but my pencil pointed pen attracted the all stinging mad teachers to my suitcase, finding the dirty clothes that mom had skipped back at home. I first went for ten. The ten system of cains ya’ll may never experience with the smooth
education system now days. The next sport was when they asked for my set. whem i handed it to the teacher all shaky the next thing was the thunder like sound before I felt the
pain transmitted from my fathers arms to my chicks and then the jaw, that wheezing sound
omg not the pain but the fact that my classments were all watching i felt my empire crumbling to fast.
At this point the only people on my side were my fellow culprits and all they could do was bambi me all through the process, I slowly got to the last table as my dad was busy
throwing tantrums that hit like stones and at this table my holiday package was checked.
Madam Flora the in charge just looked aside and smiled, “naye ekyana kyabaki.., can you
imagine this work is half done,””yiyi i checked that work my self!” my dad replied
kumbe i had done one number and skipped five and the Einstein in me was crucified.
and the rebirth was weeks later