The Village Chronicles : KCSE exam encounter.

Protusjay

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It was Sunday evening,18th October 2012.We were just a few days away to our KCSE exam. The atmosphere was tense and everything seemed to have changed all of a sudden .The notorious us who used to sleep the entire morning preps were walking around with big alarm watches rolled around our necks. Barasa my friend who had given himself the role of writing on the board days remaining to the exam had given
himself a sabbatical leave. The board was indicating 12 days remaining to the exam despite it being just two days away .My classmates Newton and Victor having missed the whole year church services were compensating it by leading an evening prayer session in the dining room .

I went to the dormitory and started cleansing my shapeless metallic box. The box was once rectangular but had taken the shape of a trapezium courtesy of some thief who just a few days ago had broken into it ,taking everything my mama gave me except
some two bars of soap and my 4 year old toothbrush which my crush Risper had surprised me with when I was joining form one.I put everything on the bed and started rearranging things.I came across an old textbook which had for four years performed its role as a safe store for letters from my girlfriends .Most of them were expressing their inner love towards me and looking forward to our beautiful wedding that
would take place some time in the future.I rolled them into a ball and chewed them thoroughly.Hadn't one of the motivational speakers just told us two days ago that we shall meet beautiful and submissive ladies in campus despite an earlier speaker
insisting the beautiful ones are not born?

I finished rearranging my box,said a brief prayer and laid back on the bed.My mind stated started racing back to a few days ago when I had been sent home for fees. Well,it seemed the whole village was casting their hopes on me. My mum had given me all kinds of advice's and warned me to concentrate on my studies and keep my mind off any thoughts of daughters of Jezebel.
I had received good luck messages and success wishes from all the village girls who longed to be married by yours truly.

That same evening my girlfriend Dianah Nasimiyu had come rushing into my "Simba" with a big success card.I had opened it but since it was dark I couldnt read its contents properly
.
"Dianah hii success card kubwa si kuna maneno huwa inaongea?"I inquired,

"Usijali,ni venye battery imeisha"she answered as she hurriedly gave me a hug and left the room.In the morning I received a lifetime shock when I opened the dusty success card whose smell almost chocked me.Apparently it had been addressed to one Andrew Mwasame and signed off "from your bebi Perita Mwaah" on 10th of October 2006!

I also thought of the elderly woman I had met on my way back to school.
"Mwana wase soma ungulilie lirungeti nekhafwa ta- my son read and buy me a blanket before I die' she has murmured the words slowly as she bent on her walking stick and walked the other way.There's a story of how this elderly lady who's ever bent on her walking stick changes into a beautiful young woman at night and runs faster than
Kipchoge but that's a story for another day.

Anyway, the big day came. Nalianya,a very stubborn lady who was doing her KCSE exam for the 5th time had belated stories of how everyone would be assigned a police officer and CCTV cameras installed all over the venue. My neighbour Evans Barasa had seconded her saying " its true,my sister told me so".It turned out to be lies.

At exactly 8am we were ushered into the lab for a chemistry practical exam.I perused through the paper twice rubbing my eyes to confirm that they were working. Let me tell you,my mind went blank.It seems the village witches were overworking.I looked at the apparatus on the table and would see the champions league trophy Chelsea had lifted a few months ago turn into a conical flask and back into the trophy.
I had spent the whole of last night reading about titration but here I couldn't see any pipette or burette.I looked over on the other table and saw Sharonne busy titrating potassium permanganate in a beaker .Akh,how had I missed this during the time I was reading my notes?I hurriedly took the liquid potassium permanganate and
mixed with liquid A,liquid B and Liquid C that had been provided into a beaker and started my titration process.I would occasionally take a glimpse at my fellow titrator to see how she was fairing on.....(To be continued).
 

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Well done NL.
But note that we have a section called Hekaya for these kinds of stories.

@Meria patia NL some KCrs anunie data amalize hekaya.
 
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