Brother Jero - Chapter 2
This next chapter takes a look at life at this much talked about school which was the moulding arena and spring board to my next life. Thank’s for your great comments on Chapter 1. I will now jump straight into it.. Man !! They were not at all kiddin when they said that this was the school coz it really was.. I will try paint you a picture and leave it to you to decide..
This school had a cadet force, an armoury & a shooting range, a 9 hole golf course, a fully equipped gym, martial arts & weight lifting, cricket & horse racing, rugby, soccer & hockey and a huge cross country circuit within the school perimeter. It was a huge huge school. Wednesday afternoon’s were blanked out as shopping time. You filled in a chit and went out to town, did your thing and came back. The school bus brought you back or else got private means to get back and if you chose not to go out of school, studied. We sent all our clothes to the Laundry twice a week and our bathroom linen was provided by the school. The school had two dress codes for Sunday/Special days and regular dress. For meals we had yorkshire pudding on Sundays, french toasts & scrabbled eggs every morning for breakfast, eggs, sausages & fries on Friday dinner, a lot of mashed potato’s all around and murram once a week for Monday lunch which all ended up at the pig sty. Did I mention we had a farm ranch with dairy cows & pigs. Enough, enough I think you really get it. This was certainly a good place to want your little boy to grow up in. OK, just one last one just for the kicks.. and yes we did celebrate thanksgiving with a formal Turkey candlelit dinner on the last Thursday of November. Man.. it really was designed to be ‘The Place’… but here comes the big BUT!!!!
It was far from all that, from where you are unless you were in the school you must be going NO, NO, you are lying right? No they didn’t. Yes we did, we had all this and then some. But it was the worst 12 months of my life as I walked into what would be comparable to a torture facility and all those other flashy things were the bait to lure innocent bright kids in. This was the worst bullying school perhaps in the history of time, we are kind of sworn to secrecy not to get into all the details just in case the govt. or the UN opens up an inquiry, but there are thousands of guys now scattered all over the world who will never ever forget what they went through. A taste of it would be an early 5am wake up call to hit the swimming pool in freezing tempratures, then came the much dreaded loud TOP BOARD call, this was a call from one of the senior boys to have all the 1st formers line up and go up the 3 meter board and jump into the deep end of the pool where there would be 3 to 4 senior boys waiting for you to drown you. Just writing this sends cold shivers through my entire body.
Many guys never talk much and probably never will and if they do, never say what exactly happened to them, and just give you a taste of what happened to them just like I did. The full story may never be told BUT it was indeed a very very grim picture & time. We cried every single day and if you went out on Sunday to be with your family and your parents brought you back in the evening, the mere sight of the school board brought tears to your faces. My mum knew and she used to held my hand and asked me to hang in there and I did, my dad either pretended not to see, but you know what, it was all too loud not to see or even hear. One time I walked out of the car and ran into the dorm with my bag full of nice warm ‘grab’. This was immediatley snatched from me, slapped several times on the face and dared to ran out and tell them, I waved goodbye to my family through the dorm window just so that they did not see my tears. Some boys quit but most went through this and we hold a strong bond and every time we get together, I promise you at least one story pop's up, and we just laugh it out knowing fully well that was not at all a funny time in our young lives…
It’s amazing what happened after the first year, because we all practically took this journey towards becoming real men in the very true sense of the word and shaping our futures. Am pleased to say now that many do very well and we all are very proud of our schooling heritage. We were shaped early and are ready for anything the world throw's at us and that is the hallmark and the pride of all the alumni’s. Now you know a lil bit of my background and I’m now ready to share with you some of the crazy & funny shit that I go through every single day. Each day is a true blessing and a sign from Sir G to continue to work hard and do good to positively impact the world around us. The legacy we leave behind should be such that people should be left saying that one day there was this one fine son of a B_____ who was really good at what he or she did.
Go get ‘em folks… Chapter 3 is in the oven….
posted by Shaggy @ 7:50 AM
16 Comments:
hey karibu sana to bloggin u should join KBW..visit kenyaunlimited.com
pole bout ur school sounds like u were in camp hell high school...but am sure in retrospect it made u who u are now.
LOL i played brother jero in a school play 10 years ago.
as for ms k and BJ comment...trust!
@nick lakini what did you expect about the very obvious presence of a B before a J??
You were ndugu Jero I loved it in Swa!!
That is one hell of a school, Turkey??? in this part of the world?
I would love to jua which school you went to. I feel lucky I was never monolized!
You guys ate muram once a week?
ndugu jero am eagerly waiting for part three
I have enjoyed reading your story and look forward to reading more, brotherjero!
Thanks for stopping by my blog:)
KAMA SHULE IN PATCH SEMA NI PATCH LOL
You know high cost boarding schools especially lenana and nairobi school have alway been hard for kids from poor families coz they rae also feeled with the who is who of kenya. but if you take it in stride you come out ok .
Anonymous, thanks for paying a visit to my blog. You know shule was tough for everyone, infact the richer kids from big name familys had it rough and the biggest dissapointment thus far is that these kids never made it and have been trying to hang on past & fast fading glory from their folks clout & chums.
At least you know what time it is... & it's not Patch...
BJ i did read the setbook too. The again shule was tough for me with monolozation and all but not as bad as yours but it taught me to be tought. i learnt how to stand up for myself and also to be grateful for the thuings and opportunities that i have had and hose to come. Iam glad that you have made something of yourself actually am peoud of you my man. Looking forward to more....
Masaibu ya ndugu Jero! Too deadly welcome aboard
you went thru' hell in that school thats for sure...na what school was that???
But you know, what does matter is the legacy you talked about.At the moment you just look back and laugh at those days, but then, many thought it was the end n nothing woulda been worse lool,
Welcome...
loving your posts, how long till next chapter???
Okay this is the part l get angry and put my head in a bucket and hit against the wall like the dad in 'Three to Tango.' Why? These are the bullies l would like to get a hold of now and throw them into the swimming pool.
I was bullied in school by some famous people l see around. Most of them now Christians. It was not funny. I became stronger. But you know what BJ, no kid should go out there and start defending their very existence.
Manze utasoma ama utajiprotect from these bullies? Plus this system you really have to work hard to even get through it.
Glad you turned out fine.Glad you became the better man. Glad that you became you.
Keep writing, l am reading.
Thanks for somaing my blog. Pamoja.
Apparently that kind of bullying goes on everywhere.I was always under the impression that UG was world HQ for bullies. I still shiver when I remember being sent to "New York" (under a very low loose spring bed while a bunch guys jumped up and down on it)or being forced to drink 3litres of water at once for refusing to go out in the middle of the night to the buy the guys cigarettes-with my own money.
Jay - I feel you totally, thats just how it was no mercy, these guys were possessed. Here comes the real problem, just 12 months down a new breed of super proto type bullies had just been created. It was a vicious cycle. Many schools back then had this going on.
ALL - Shukran for your valuable comments.
Lenana emblem, Sir G -(Griffin, Starehe -RIP), Thanksgiving (can't think of an American school!) aint got a clue! But sounds like all the goodies made up for the bad!
I survived high school, no memories, no bullying, no chicks - nothing not even friends just my A+. Sometimes I wish I could trade it for all the good times pple seem to have had then again I'm cool. I'm I grateful, i don't know!
Hey, you got some good information in your blog. I think we share a lot of the same interests.
I do a lot of reviews and I think you may be interested in The Simple Golf Swing Review and maybe Jamorama Review.
Well stop by and sometime and say hi, looking forward to seeing updates in your blog.
- Greg
Hey I loved the blog.
I figured you may also like my site on Jujitsu.
It's pretty new and I'm still working on it.
But I will check back and see if you added anything new soon.
GM
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