Bio Trip

Aki ghaaaaii! Good ‘ol bio trip…

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Where we were stuck in heat and traffic at the entrance of Mombasa for some 4 hours (was it?). Ghai si we were pissed!
Where we had to wear our school tishos to keep it decent because if we were to wear anything else it would be spaghettis and that would be indecent and it would reflect badly on our great name! Don’t mention the roasting at Fort Jesus when we had to be in our green skirts and white blouses, no those were shirts, at least they allowed us to go without the ties.
Where we got so excited when we were told we could braid our hair after begging and begging.No I didn’t do the begging, it was the bio representatives; at that time I didn’t really care because whatever the admin said went even though I understood my classmates’ concerns that all the swimming wouldn’t be easy on relaxed hair plus the bio trip preceded the school holidays so why not?
Where we were excited to go especially after knowing the trade-off would be a week of school. The week of school all the non-bio students 😛 couldn’t go to… Although I do not remember being as excited, I didn’t really mind where I was as long as I could make the most of it.
Oh wait, I left out the other people who couldn’t go because maybe partly am ashamed, I dunno. The other set who didn’t go, well apart from those who simply didn’t want to go, were the ones who could not raise the “highly subsidised” Ksh 20,000…I remember wishing that I should have asked mum to pay for two…those days I think I pitied too much, I don’t know. Maybe I think that way because my hustler friend who always used to show me am a barbie, something I found so annoying, once quarreled me for wanting to help out because the premise was that I thought she could not do so for herself.

Where we enjoyed some fine food at a fine enough hotel. I remember having to deal with some bathroom problems here and there but all in all those were some beautiful apartments…
Where we faked shady poses like the one that has sparked all these reminiscing. We also did a gangstar one at Fort Jesus (helped us forget about the heat). I remember biting the end of my glasses to look like one of those paid to kill guys in those Nollywood movies….it was only 4 Yians in that picture.

Where I bonded with my bus-mate and it was really beautiful although I can’t recall all the beautiful details. To this day  that’s one of the things I remember so fondly, the relationships I made…

Where I wore my zebra top in the evening that we were told we could do home clothes 🙂

Where I was told of that awful story of the floater-tube guys who took girls to the deep in the name of showing them how to swim only to rape them. I remember the moral of the story was that we had to be very very careful. I think that’s where my fear for public places started because when dad took us for holiday, there were no such instructions. The beaches dad took us too also had very few people and it was quite white-yeah both the sand and most of the people, maybe that is why…but I will have to stop this one, I was told that when I talk about public spaces that way I appear snobbish.

Where my teachers called me and asked me to make sure everyone was inside and keep an eye because some girls could sneak out.I remember thinking, “Sneak outside and do what???!!! Oh well will do it anyway.” Those days I though everyone’s priority was mine, wait what was my priority again? Uhm, I think I just wanted to do what I was told was right-pass exams,give, obey the rules and pursue Christ. I remember a classmate saying, “You good people, your lives must be very boring.” but that was all I knew, to do everything I did with all my focus, that left no room for questioning the thrill of something…

Oh! Oh! This was also just after I snitched on my school sister, because she had brought with her her phone and this was forbidden. We were told not to carry phones but she did and I found out in the death of night when I was pretending to sleep, wait, maybe I found out when I was still awake and she used it thinking I wouldn’t tell…I can’t remember. However,  those days there were no blurred lines in this head of mine, there was only right and wrong and I was going to show her some tough love by reporting her…Ah yes! Now I remember this was the bio-trip of our last term in third year when we had just started being captains, I cant remember if it was August or December but I can remember that it was when the great divide started.

When the commoners became commoners and the captains captains. As usual I was oblivious to a lot of this…until the senior students started becoming too unruly. We did a  student forum and listened to them because like to feel heard but made it clear that we were the custodians of the laws and that we had to do the things we had to do…so people needed to stop wearing shiny black shoes because we only allowed leather, they needed to stop carrying hot water to down area because thou shalt not bring food to down area and people also needed to be punctual,  stop sleeping in church and walk to chapel in single freaking files (eh this last one was my sole purpose). I honestly can’t remember how well this worked…

*Digression alert*
However, I remember the wasted minutes of meetings discussing what was the right shoe or the right hair or if teabags in a hot water flask qualified as food or chastising ourselves because a few of the custodians couldn’t live up to the standards…
Just now, I remember those Sunday mornings when I would release the school in files to go to chapel…and for some reason am repulsed by the image that comes to mind. I remember why single files were so important but I can’t remember why everyone had to be dead silent, right now I even wonder why everyone had to go to church.

I also remember some meetings with this group of girls who wanted some form of change, when we would think of ways to mentor our mates because clearly this system wasn’t working. This system of forcing adults to follow order-inducing rules and drilling them to get As was not working. At that time we knew there was something more. Young people needed to build character and see the bigger picture of building this nation.  This young people also needed to love their school more, enough to care about its reputation and the role played in being role models to their schools.

I think am stuck from here…I feel like I am putting my foot in my mouth and doing something wrong. I do not know why I have hyperlinked like this because this does not make sense. What I know is that there is something very wrong with the way most high schools in Kenya are run…I can and have named a few examples  but really don’t know where to go from there. Maybe because I feel I might be regarding high-schoolers too highly. Just maybe I was an exception, maybe all the rest need to be made decisions for so that when they go out there they will be grateful for all the systems that were forced down their throat in high school. Gosh even that last statement feels like a lie.

*end of digression*

Where we walked in the nature trails of Bamburi and marvelled at wondrous concepts that is ecology…

Where we were told that these were the memories that would brighten our grown-up lives…

Oh well…good ‘ol bio-trip! FB thanks for the trip down memory lane.