Hello world... I am an eighteen year old highschool graduate. I finished school in 2013. Its all over the news that a new batch of kids is about to join... I couldn't help bringing the memories back to life. Moreover, resist the idea to share them.
Just for the fresh-as-a -daisy 104's..and everyone else.
2 years down the line, I sincerely hope no one will link me to this crazy story.
It all began in 2007 when our family had to move from our upmarket estate home to a place in the middle of nowhere. Literally. Back then, I was nine and all too excited to move; finally I was going to spend forever with my cousins. I loved them, and really missed them when we went back home. As soon as my family landed, I dropped my upmarket mannerisms and picked up a rogue way of doing things so that I could officially fit in the rural wilderness. I forgot that hanging out was grabbing your BFF out to the mall shopping for clothes and the latest inexpensive snacks. I soon got into the far removed way of life. In this rural wilderness, fun entailed meeting at my Granny's yard to play football with an improvised paper ball-thingy that amazingly lasted 2 months before it was replaced. At times we raced down the dirt road with bike rims and sticks, to see whose would run the furthest without falling. Other times, we'd assemble outside, each cousin with their home’s wheelbarrow so that the younger ones ‘carry’ the older ones like me to prove how strong they were.
In less than three weeks, I had completely lost my townie sophistication. My English, marred by too much speaking of my mother tongue turned into something so annoying at times I sit back and can't believe that was I speaking. I lost track completely in fashion as I had a grandmother to impress and thus became a poorly dressed kid, in baggy T-shirts and long depressing ‘material skirts’. If I was to wear one of my short skirts, I had to wear my trouser inside. The result: I looked 30 years older.
The most astonishing part of all this is that teenage caught up with me doing the same things. With kids four years older than me.
I sat my KCPE in 2009, aged 12, passed and scored admission to a rather good highschool just 45 minutes away from home. It was not my dream school, but I did not mind much. Of course, during the three month break, I'd been busy having fun with my cousins. I'd gained over 9 kilos eating roasted maize, sweet potatoes, sugar cane, meat, arrowroot and other typical 'shags' delicacies.When I landed in highschool, the rural dust was all over me, my drawl, speech, behavior. The girls around me seemed to wonder what hole or cave I came from. They expressed pure shock at the fact that my compositions were written by me. Anyhow, I do not blame them. Well, enjoy!
PROLOGUE...
“It’s all over!” I whispered as I rose slowly from my seat in the confounded corner as most people called it. It dawned on me that the four years of drudgery had ended; the day I had been waiting for had finally happened. My final paper, C.R.E. paper two was finally picked by an equally glad invigilator. I felt like a 17-tonne heavy load had been lifted off my shoulder. FINALLY!
As I went down the stairs, we yelped and leaped in ecstasy. Time for my final cup of tea in school. As I sipped the water laced with tea, as horrible as it was, the memories of the past few years flashed in my mind, my peaks and pits, my achievements and failures. My fair weather friends and true friends.
Back to the confounded corner, why did we call it that? Why ask, I knew it all along. It was because it harboured me…Scarlett Price. The weird one. Rather, the lost ever-confused kid. Here is my 104 ushamba-ridden story...
Just for the fresh-as-a -daisy 104's..and everyone else.
2 years down the line, I sincerely hope no one will link me to this crazy story.
It all began in 2007 when our family had to move from our upmarket estate home to a place in the middle of nowhere. Literally. Back then, I was nine and all too excited to move; finally I was going to spend forever with my cousins. I loved them, and really missed them when we went back home. As soon as my family landed, I dropped my upmarket mannerisms and picked up a rogue way of doing things so that I could officially fit in the rural wilderness. I forgot that hanging out was grabbing your BFF out to the mall shopping for clothes and the latest inexpensive snacks. I soon got into the far removed way of life. In this rural wilderness, fun entailed meeting at my Granny's yard to play football with an improvised paper ball-thingy that amazingly lasted 2 months before it was replaced. At times we raced down the dirt road with bike rims and sticks, to see whose would run the furthest without falling. Other times, we'd assemble outside, each cousin with their home’s wheelbarrow so that the younger ones ‘carry’ the older ones like me to prove how strong they were.
In less than three weeks, I had completely lost my townie sophistication. My English, marred by too much speaking of my mother tongue turned into something so annoying at times I sit back and can't believe that was I speaking. I lost track completely in fashion as I had a grandmother to impress and thus became a poorly dressed kid, in baggy T-shirts and long depressing ‘material skirts’. If I was to wear one of my short skirts, I had to wear my trouser inside. The result: I looked 30 years older.
The most astonishing part of all this is that teenage caught up with me doing the same things. With kids four years older than me.
I sat my KCPE in 2009, aged 12, passed and scored admission to a rather good highschool just 45 minutes away from home. It was not my dream school, but I did not mind much. Of course, during the three month break, I'd been busy having fun with my cousins. I'd gained over 9 kilos eating roasted maize, sweet potatoes, sugar cane, meat, arrowroot and other typical 'shags' delicacies.When I landed in highschool, the rural dust was all over me, my drawl, speech, behavior. The girls around me seemed to wonder what hole or cave I came from. They expressed pure shock at the fact that my compositions were written by me. Anyhow, I do not blame them. Well, enjoy!
PROLOGUE...
“It’s all over!” I whispered as I rose slowly from my seat in the confounded corner as most people called it. It dawned on me that the four years of drudgery had ended; the day I had been waiting for had finally happened. My final paper, C.R.E. paper two was finally picked by an equally glad invigilator. I felt like a 17-tonne heavy load had been lifted off my shoulder. FINALLY!
As I went down the stairs, we yelped and leaped in ecstasy. Time for my final cup of tea in school. As I sipped the water laced with tea, as horrible as it was, the memories of the past few years flashed in my mind, my peaks and pits, my achievements and failures. My fair weather friends and true friends.
Back to the confounded corner, why did we call it that? Why ask, I knew it all along. It was because it harboured me…Scarlett Price. The weird one. Rather, the lost ever-confused kid. Here is my 104 ushamba-ridden story...
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