Chox
As l grow older and being at school begins to fade away, I realise that I have some wonderful memories of school and yet on the other hand I can remember how much l hated it. That is the dichotomy(!) I also think l made some good friends there or is that my imagination? I am not saying when I left school for anyone who is thinking reunion. However, for anyone who reads my blog and was in Limuru Girl's reveal yourself by leaving at least a contact. The nostalgia for me is those misty Limuru mornings which meant we could not use the swimming pool. The beautiful flowers in the quadrant and yet lurking in there were chameleons. The Junior Common Room and the pianos. The Library which was made full use prior to the exams. One day I will write a story of the post-colonial way of educating African women rather than women in their rights but educating them to be the wives of adminstrators, Our headmistress intervened and I think of my lot there are more career women who have carved a place in the business and co-orporate world.
School is a good experience if you know why you are learning but my reason for learning are lost in the mist of time......
School is a good experience if you know why you are learning but my reason for learning are lost in the mist of time......
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I was reading and all I saw was chameleons...arrgh:-)
Mshairi, trust you to see the chameleon, there was this girl (actually this girl shares on of you innumerable names like the one that begins with L) in our class who thought it funny to bring it into the classroom and l screamed my head off. That escapade was never repeated
Memory is always rose coloured, which is a good thing.
I think I would shoot someone who would bring a chameleon near me. Either that or faint :-)
I screamed nearly peed myself, Uarida those memories are definetly not rose coloured.