Skip to main content

Kenyan Politicians in a Classroom Context

 

In matters Kenyan politics, Tinga is that brusque know-it-all bully in the school. Walks around with unkempt hair, rarely tucks in his shirt, hits out at everybody at the slightest or no provocation and never apologizes. He is, however, loved by his classroom majority for his indecent jokes about the school administration and for his enviable football skills. Everybody agrees he is an excellent footballer despite the fact that he has scored blanks in virtually all major interclass competitions. He has been the de facto captain and the “ever-fit” most reliable striker for his class but has never led them to a single trophy. He has shielded himself from ridicule by a surrounding himself with hangers on that form the school’s (read Tinga’s) cheering squad. His teammates, since form one, have accused him of selfishness and gross violations of team ethics. He lacks the ability to work in a team, bosses everyone around and some even accuse him of using voodoo in the games. Now in form four West, his supporters remain hopeful that things may look a little different but skepticism still sinks deep.

Observers have noted, with indignation, how vocal he has been in pushing the school’s sporting director to chance the manner in which interclass games are played. He has, in the recent past, vehemently opposed the league tournaments (which in the wisdom of the sporting director, gives every class an equal chance to win the annual tournament). He is a strong supporter for Pool tournaments which he believes will or may work for his advantage. Experts argue that by switching to Pool tournaments, the arrangement may enable him to rely on the lower classes to edge out his toughest opponents, especially in the much hyped form three North. Form three North has arguably been his single most threat to the trophy. Tinga’s propositions have however been received with mixed reactions, as he had been forcing these wild ideas through in the midst of a chicken pox outbreak in the school. He has been acutely criticized for drafting a sample of how he intends the groups to play out. By luck or design, he has pooled form three North in the group of death with his class enjoying a soft schedule against mostly the form ones.

Kamwana is that spoilt rich kid with an accent. He is full of mischief but no one ever dares report him to the authorities. The class agrees he is a cool classmate to hang out with as he often (read always) buys all the drinks. The only reservation they have is that the guy suffers from sporadic anger outbursts that if unchecked, may land him in deep trouble someday. He however, largely remains amongst the favorite students in the class. He is sitting for his form four exams for the second time after performing dismally in his last attempt which perhaps explains why he is obsessed with improving the class mean score. He happens to be repeating the same mistakes by over borrowing books from the school library that he rarely reads. He has lost almost all of the borrowed books to book thieves and cartels. He rarely prepares for exams but instead makes last minute studies for the same. He has, on several occasions, been spotted burning the midnight oil in a desperate effort to better his grades. He’s surrounded himself with several groupies who pretend to be helping him study when in reality, they know nothing about any of the subjects.  His preferred study partners in hacking the Business Studies and Biology exams failed him terribly during the chicken pox outbreak with their farfetched ideas on how to come out tops “irregardless” of the circumstances.

As the current class captain for form four Central, Kamwana enjoys excessive support from virtually everyone in the classroom, which by chance or design, has students from the same budding town. He often abuses the bestowed privileges by mistreating his supporters. For instance, he sales virtually everything to his classmates and the school at large while telling them how he empathizes with their condition. Ones in a while, he makes “generous” donations to his classmates in the form of free lunch but never fails to remind them to support his advocacy for the proposed Pool tournaments. He has a strange bromance with form four West’s football captain with whom they are strongly advocating for a change in the footballing structure. Everybody, however knows that he is an average striker that relies on his team’s central midfield to succeed. His class’s football team has a solid central midfield that can transform anyone, who can run and knows the basics of football, into a lethal striker. It is nonetheless surprising to note that, as the defending champion, things are looking bleak for him after several players from his team have been reported seeking admission in other schools.

MaDVD is the timid backbencher with a surprisingly sober brain. He is the only backbencher that is rarely on the noise makers list and one that often answers questions directed to the backbenchers. He can drastically improve his academic performance but instead chooses to compete with a group of three or four fellow backbenchers in form two West. He is desperate to be worshipped by his groupies at the back that he forgets he has the potential to challenge those ones sitting at the front row. He’s probably not privy to the fact that sitting at the back makes you perennially exposed to the teacher’s ridicule while occupying the front seats may save dumb heads as the front row often bypasses the teacher’s attention. He’s made himself comfortable as an average performer achieving a 48% mean score as the fellow backbenchers wallow in their 30% average.

 He has quite enviable football skills but suffers from inherent flaws such as back peddling and issuing back passes even when presented with clear scoring chances. Besides, he is often in an offside position which renders his skills useless. Character-wise, he remains to be an overly calm and cautious individual, a feature that places him at the mercies of bullies who’ve stepped on his toes on many occasions. A day scholar himself, he will take beatings from anyone in silence, especially while at school. On reaching his backyard however, he is likely to utter obscenities at the assailant as he slams their front gate. He may even strategically throw a frivolous cowardly blow or kick at the assailant before jumping over the fence and into their compound.

The Hustler in chief is that pious rebellious assistant class captain that has adamantly refused to execute his duties as per the school constitution. Last week, the noise makers list and the list of those who absconded their community service duties went missing. The form four central class captain was out with a bout of flu which prompted him to delegate his duties to him. Duties that were never executed. Hustler is amongst the few individuals hailing from a different township from a majority of his classmates. Through charisma and hard work, he earned their trust to the point of being elected the class’s vice-captain. He has been busy talking to and luring peers in other schools to transfer to his school, and most importantly, to his class. An outright insurgent, he is very critical of the leadership of his senior whom he is supposed to advice. It would have been easier for him to succeed at his newly-found mission as a commoner but as a class prefect, the title accords him enormous freedoms and privileges that have perhaps made it difficult for him to resign.

Quite a dependable striker himself, he ones led form One North to the finals. A feat that has never been achieved before. He, nevertheless, lost out lack of experience and a malfunctioning VAR. He, however has the bragging rights as the current defending champion, having transferred to form three and subsequently form four central in his later years. As the co-striker of the form four Central football team, he seems quite reluctant to render his services citing recurrent groin injuries. The allegations seem to be baseless as he has been spotted, on several occasions, juggling and playing with the form three East and West football teams. He acknowledges that his time in the school will soon be over and perhaps wants to pass his knowledge and skills to the young generation. Rumor has it yet that he plans on skiving the KCSE exams so that he can sit them the following year. He is quite confident of getting an admission in the same school as it is not only his football that places him in the limelight. He has an excellent academic record. A master of pep talk, trickery and arm-twisting, he is able to transform an average team into a lethal attacking force. He is a fairly well off individual that has been accused of using his financial muscle to issue bread crumbs to the financially disadvantaged schoolmates with much publicity. He has apparently witnessed commendable success with his antics as his daily evening training sessions are often packed to the brim. His approach of training with the form threes has brushed his class captain and his new ally the wrong way. He does not seem to care much as he is a proponent of status quo in and by himself. He has paradoxically and in some weird jargon voiced his concerns over the planned changes to the manner in which the interclass tournaments are held. He believes, it is the players that win a game and not the system.

In matters academic, he has severally been quoted as saying that he is a slow learner. His report card speaks differently though. His haters accuse him of double standards. He seems to the type of guy who swears by the heavens that he has not prepared for his exams knowing very well he’s mastered every imaginable topic in that subject. Just waiting for the D-day to floor his classmates and look at them in bewilderment. He has key phrase he uses to dismiss any questions to that effect. “Ni kujipanga my friend”.

The rest can be summed up in the persona of the latest addition to the race, the “little known” Dr. Kituyi. Doktari is that smart kid in the classroom who rarely associates with anyone. He has topped the Form Four West class since joining in form one. He lacks social skills but is quite instrumental in representing the class, and the school at large, at regional academic contests. The School Principal’s trophy cabinet is full solely from his accomplishments. The school takes pride in his achievements but has never bothered to engage him at a personal level to understand what makes him that different. He’s never been approached to address his peers on how to achieve such good grades. Virtually everyone in the school loves him safe for a few individuals in his class, who out of jealousy, quote his past failures as a class prefect in his former primary school.  They would rather excel in football tournaments as led by their favorite candidates than achieve academic success. They will find every reason to reject him.


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The Duke of Londiani

  From Kisii, the road winds up and forth, across a panorama of green trees and sunbathed sheets of peasant homes, and beyond herds of livestock bellowing in their hundreds; alive and chewing cud. Further, Tegunot lies at the summit of hills and ranges with its nonchalant grace yet; Londiani lies west and is a vast jungle of brick and tarmac. Tegunot is at the edge of the hilltops flaunting the Western Mau. It is home to a deranged forest complex; a lush belt of eucalyptus, cypress and oak trees, brimming springs, and a robust peasant economy. The locals here farm corn, and cereals – and rear cows, goats, sheep, donkeys, and poultry. A cup of milk goes for a paltry ten shillings. It was in this sleepy village where he grew up and made his cut. Beyond the great mountain ranges, and the alleys that iterated below, a river snaked downstream from the tip of the Mau. It was in this river where, as a boy and in the company of his peers he swam, fetched water, and watered the animals. But...

Note to Self: Que Sera Sera

 My brother Nick- was my greatest source of strength, and amplitude. I still think about him often, more than I should. I can't go a day without having him on my thoughts. I sometimes wish he were here, even for a moment, so we can do proper farewells. Sometimes, it makes me sad though, cause Nick being gone, a certain waft of sadness creeps in. The man was not good, he was great. Everyday, I think how great an uncle to Maya he'd become. He met her once, in her infant gear and I knew they'd get along. The girl was full of  sleep, cry and play. They'd definitely get along. One day, I might get to show her a picture of him, watch her curiosity grow and ask her what she thinks of the man.  Maybe she'd look into his picture frame and wonder, what made the man tick. He would seem peaceful, and besides they'd be some quiet about him in the picture. Some sort of tranquility, amidst the weight of the world on his shoulders.  Maya and I will roll down the years. I hope t...

The Nurse

May had the feels - of a sojourn, some fickle light, some laughter, and coffee, and deprivation. It was a perfect balance of good and better, and moments almost clandestine. Some situations you could reel about, be mad about, and get excited about, but in your inner self. There was always that moment that had you thinking about your life, the wrong choices you probably made, the bills you had to settle, and the horrendous battle with adulting. With adulting, only your parents care if you live or die, if you eat or starve, if you go to church or not, if you have a job, and if you have a roof over your head.  They are the perfect weapon against egregious spirits. As if their supplications do not repel all troubles furnished against you, those humans ensure that your cup is filled with overflowing grace, and your basket is full of bread, greens, cabbages, beans, tomatoes, and maize. They make sure that you are set for a couple of days. If you are happy, and you have eaten to your fill...