CONFESSIONS.
My name is Bramwell Pamba. A University student out for teaching practice at Shikoti Girls. This is my story!
Head teacher: so that’s the bell, shall we?
Me: Oooh the bell, the parade bell, that for parade, it has rung! yes that’s the bell!
Head teacher: Join the others Mr Pamba. I will be right behind you
Me: me too! Oooh sorry madam let me get going.
I feel so much humiliated. A combination of English words at the office disappeared. Oooh Earth please, swallow me! Meanwhile I have to be confident, if not for me then at least for the University and the teaching profession.
I find my way inside the administration path leading out just where the parade is. A few steps just after the staff room here comes madam Jane. She should be late for assembly. Meanwhile I got some company.
Madam Jane: Bramwell.
Me: Yes.
Madam Jane: Are you nervous for the assembly?
Me: Not really I think the assembly should be nervous for me.
She laughs herself out and gives me a pat on my back. Oh! I didn’t know I could be this funny. We make our way to the parade and ooh my God, there goes Shikoti Girls, beautiful girls from a University student point of view but smart from this other side of my teaching career.
All eyes on me and as I take my position right beside madam Jane, teachers look at each other in amusement and I can see some girls pointing fingers. Between madam Jane and I, one of us here is in a moment of fame. Girls eyes cannot keep off me, they look so much in my direction.
What gives me peace is my attire, I am pretty sure my red tie is going too well with my yellow shirt and my green trousers. That gives me peace. What if I tell them that my name is Bramwell and they are like (Bra bra bra sitaki kusikia) will I use Pamba. Girls are done singing and time for speeches is here.
A teacher steps forward, from Madam Jane a reliable source, he is Mr Wechuli. His grey hair explain the better part of history!
Mr Wechuli: Habari ya noisemakers. (how are you noisemakers)
Girls: silence.
(teachers laughing) Perhaps this was meant to be their joke. Sorry girls! yours is coming.
Mr Wechuli: I was on duty last week and you girls are hell. Wasichana ni mcheso tu, mcheso tu. Kukula tu na kurukaruka. Unapata msichana dining hall at the wrong time. Unamuulisa are you supposed to be here. She says no!na anataka pambacha (pambaja).
(laughter) A better joke girls.. Mmmh! I got you!
Mr Wechuli: We shall not get tired. Your parents have invested so much in you na kama ni viboko tutawapiga. Thank you and have a good week.
The Deputy is ushered in. After a short speech she ushers in the head teacher.
Head teacher: Good morning girls.
Girls: Good morning madam.
Head teacher : This is a new week, we thank God for keeping us and keeping you girls. Before I start I wish to introduce to you our new teacher who is also on teaching practice. I think he will tell you his names and add something if he will.
Madam Head teacher was it a must you start with me. Mmmh what are you doing to the 3rd born of Mr and Mrs Pamba. The only son at the University in the whole clan.
The school is silent, this I think was the moment the girls had been waiting for. Their eyes Pierce me. My shirt seems buggy. My shoes are hot. Oooh Earth what are you waiting for? Swallow me. This is my moment of reckoning!
Written By Style Mundalo