Rugby/Sports
In Form Three, at an all girls, boarding school there was a girl who was in Form 6 and went out with the boys’ school (actually Lenana School) rugby captain. She elected to have a girl’s rugby team in our school and we were encouraged to build up a team from scratch, we played for a term and we were getting quite good. This changed when it was pointed out that we were developing muscles, now it was alright to have love handles, or even a spare tyre but muscular arms were a no no as it was said we would end up looking like lesbians or woe betide us like men. The other thing about the school was the weather it played havoc on our sporting prowess. There were times when swimming between May to July was out of the question because it was that cold. Anyway I was a winger for the all girls “fearless” rugby team… nostalgia is a wonderful thing.
Talking of sport, at school I played tennis, tried to swim but failed, badminton, gymnastics. As I grew up I took up squash and even won the wooden spoon for a tournament at the Sports Club in Eldoret. Now that wooden spoon is not something to brag about but I won it for effort though I lost oh so badly. The early years of secondary school were easy times sports wise as I also played hockey as goalkeeper. But there was something about the competitive spirit of girls which was often knocked about as we started maturing that by the time we were sitting for exams, all we shaped up to be were the wives of the future civil servants.
Talking of sport, at school I played tennis, tried to swim but failed, badminton, gymnastics. As I grew up I took up squash and even won the wooden spoon for a tournament at the Sports Club in Eldoret. Now that wooden spoon is not something to brag about but I won it for effort though I lost oh so badly. The early years of secondary school were easy times sports wise as I also played hockey as goalkeeper. But there was something about the competitive spirit of girls which was often knocked about as we started maturing that by the time we were sitting for exams, all we shaped up to be were the wives of the future civil servants.
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hey there in high school i played a mean game of hide and seek-with my p.e teachers...ever since once called me "hey fatso where do u think ur going?!?!?!'" during swimmin class...i decided this lil piggy is diving his last belly flop!!!!!
Now I understand why you know so much about rugby! You actually played in a team. One cheer for Nyakehu!
I never knew you played rugby. I also didn't know that you can't swim. This is the stuff you should have told me when I was 3 years old and decided to jump into the deep end of Soy club swimming pool.
Mshairi & MamaJunkyard rugby watching for me has not been because of the guys who are playing but because we were taught by a woman who was a no-nonsense go getter and her coaching was superb. The swimming thing I remember jumping in the shallow end at the lovely olympian size swimming pool at Chox and nearly drowning cause I swallowed some (not some but what felt like gallons)of water and the fear has prevailed since. So MJY at the 3 you did jump in the deep end ain't you a swimmer now!!
Nick your PE teachers must have played you badly, my swim teachers Mrs Roberts saw the determination and fear in my eyes and had elected to get in the water with me, but the Limuru weather changed on us, my tennis improved too....