My mum would make kienyeji chicken, chapos, stew ya minji and rice and come all the way from Nyahururu to Limuru by matatu. I don't know how na vile public transport ukiwa na mizigo is chaotic🙆♀️🙆♀️ And then mum died ikabidi dad aanze kuja visiting. Wacha tu niseme wueh!!!!! Thank God my aunts stepped in
For some reason, our class was categorized as being full of "visionary,disciplined, and focused" students. Our class was isolated-ish from the other the classes. And the teachers weren't too strict on us. They trusted us to an extent. More interestingly, our class was located near the fence and along the road leading to the school's gate. I mean, anyone visiting the school would pass by our class first before getting to the school gate. Lucky for us, our parents would cautiously sneak food and snacks to us through the fence before reporting to the school gate. The locals would, too. School life was good. Tulijitawala kweli kweli. We had our own kasmall bell and a time keeper because hatungesikia school bell. Last last, a new classroom was constructed and they moved us closer to the other classes.
😂😂😂😂😂umenikumbusha juzi my kid asked me mbona siku graduate🫢I tried to come up with a relevant explanation but she said in a loud voice and I quote "najua kwann huku graduate ulifeli ww" 😂😂I've never felt so shamed
My dad was that “military face” but he was coming loaded with food, tamu tamu ,good pocket money and finally I was ever last one to b visited .kibutha girls manenos