Miss Kangwato

This is a 9 year old pikcha ❤. I was in form 4 North at the time, Mr. Muchiri's class📚. This was a borrowed blazer, mine never fit this well 😂. The skirt, well below the knee & 'acceptably tight' had been soaked in one famous 'blue bleach' that was very hard to acquire but once you had it you automatically became the Dangote of the school; just rich enough to attract more 'friends'. After bleaching the skirt, the routine would be that you take it to the hanging lines to dry kidogo tu. . (while seated not so far away keeping watch vigilantly because taking your eyes off it for one second would mean getting it a new owner 😂). The rate at which uniforms, cups, spoons and buckets went missing was very alarming, you'd think Kariamiti had training sessions on the timetable for students. 😲 The skirt was thereafter neatly folded and put under the mattress weeks prior to the d-day. The mattress would give it a brooding feel because as you slept o