I can't even beat around the bush about it. After the painful experience I got one day when we went on a trip to participate at the Kenya National Drama Festivals, I took an oath that never will my fingers write. Nor my tongue mention the name of the high school I went to again.
Look here. My high school is currently the only school in Kenya that those who have never heard about it, must bite their tongue trying to pronounce it for the first time. If it wasn't for a shortage of one letter in its name, then it would be sharing the same name with a certain wild animal that I just can't mention. Anyway.... This is what happened at the festivals.
Well... (loading).....ok yeah! (loaded)I was the main character in our school play. So naturally after the presentation, any girl I would approach would without doubt feel honoured talking to a star like me. I spotted a very fine girl "let me not get into her Physique", went and sat next to her, then assembled all the puchlines we had in the love scene of our school play. Lines like "wow!
your sparkling and spangling smirky smile is soothing to my eye.
your tingling and Tangling dimples
drive off the Palpitation of my
heart into twines of razzmatazz"
But as soon as I said hi to her, all the puchlines evaporated from my head. She gave me the look like that of a dog to a thief with a streams of angry veins running on her eyes. I fondled my fingers. I couldn't look straight into her eyes. I softened my tone and in a mild voice- said uuum...... am owen habel lwanda from "the name our school" high school. She clicked her tongue so hard. I said uuuum.... am the one who acted the main character in our school play. She sized me as though I was a clown and my school uniform was part of our drama costumes. When she opened her mouth to speak... she related our school "replace our school with the word me" to the name of the wild animal which I did not want to mention in my first paragraph. She went ahead and said that the name of our school (laughing) can make someone fail their exams.....
As though that was not enough... no! Let it just end there. Coz even if I continue to paint a picture of my frustrations on that day, you will still not know the name of the high school I went to. But truth be told. My first heartbreak is as a result of the name of the high school I went to.
And from that day.........

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