Thinking they’re hurrying just for you? That’s pure arrogance. High school taught me, siku ya nyama, ukichelewa, unakosa. Simple.
Hapo kwa nyama ni noma . High school ilikuwa orderly, 35 tables each table with not more than 8 students .In most cases 2 from each academic year .Thinking they’re hurrying just for you? That’s pure arrogance. High school taught me, siku ya nyama, ukichelewa, unakosa. Simple.
Your school, it seems wasn't a polling station.Hapo kwa nyama ni noma . High school ilikuwa orderly, 35 tables each table with not more than 8 students .In most cases 2 from each academic year .
We had a "mother " who would serve the other table members . Almost everyone would have to experience the food serving task ukiwa form one second half of the year or form two first half of the year .
Ata ukichelewa nyama yako iko kwa bowl yako .
Kwani ulisomea Nyandarua High?Hapo kwa nyama ni noma . High school ilikuwa orderly, 35 tables each table with not more than 8 students .In most cases 2 from each academic year .
We had a "mother " who would serve the other table members . Almost everyone would have to experience the food serving task ukiwa form one second half of the year or form two first half of the year .
Ata ukichelewa nyama yako iko kwa bowl yako .
Wah! That was the life of luxury. Kwetu, the first person to reach the kitchen was the one who served everyone else. The DH/Mess would close just ten minutes after the bell rang, so if you were late, forget about food, let alone meat. It was pure survival of the fittest out there!Hapo kwa nyama ni noma . High school ilikuwa orderly, 35 tables each table with not more than 8 students .In most cases 2 from each academic year .
We had a "mother " who would serve the other table members . Almost everyone would have to experience the food serving task ukiwa form one second half of the year or form two first half of the year .
Ata ukichelewa nyama yako iko kwa bowl yako .
Some school administrations dehumanize their students.Wah! That was the life of luxury. Kwetu, the first person to reach the kitchen was the one who served everyone else. The DH/Mess would close just ten minutes after the bell rang, so if you were late, forget about food, let alone meat. It was pure survival of the fittest out there!
I don't miss my Highschool days.Some school administrations dehumanize their students.