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Githeri imeomoka

STORY TIME; High School Edition.

Hii githeri iko hapa, imeomoka. Ni ya group of schools, where I didn't come from. Lakini here's a tale of what we went through pale high school few years back.

I still, to this day, don't understand the logic behind 'kuwekewa mafuta ya taa kwa chakula' back when we were in high school. Do they still do it? Someone please explain to me like a class two baby because that'll help me answer some questions I've carried with me for years.

There's one time the school admin decided that the best way to maintain order in the DH (Dining Hall) was to introduce 'Table System', a system whereby all students in the school are divided into groups of 7 or 8, a leader & assistant picked and a table set aside for each group - where they shall, at all times, find their already 'measured' food that's meant to be enough for every group member. Breako/lunch/supper - all considered. 

The idea sounded great when conveyed to us during assemblies until it came to the implementation . The first few days the DH was chaotic but after everyone knew who goes where and what's needed where things took a smooth turn for a while until they didn't. Some 'monos' would lodge complaints to the teachers on duty that on several occasions the 'bi girls' often finish their food or only leave huge bowls of plain ugali and asked them to look for mboga elsewhere.

Anyways, one time there seemed to be scarcity of 'other foods' so all week - almost all week- all we ate was our 'delicious weevil infested' githeri. You walk into the DH straight to your designated table and in that huge bowl of githeri there's a lake, lake Magadi. 
Githeri ikona thufu utadhani Njeri was there ...weevils nazo zimejaa hapo juu mob kama protesters wa Baba pale swearing in of People's President! Hii ilikuwa kama siku ya tatu situation kuwa hivi...halafu there's a way when tension rises from one side of the Hall, it snakes through the rows to every table, then the volcano erupts.

Hio siku githeri ilimwagwa kwa hio DH!! Girls refuse! They said "Omera, we are not boarding!" The almost ripe riot instigated by a group (a notorious group ) of form 3's was met with a call to dialogue from the teachers in charge.

The students called for change that day. Surprisingly, change came the following day.

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