GMO Kids

Being through with exams is the best experience as student,I went basked in the field....I laughed when I remembered the awesome moments in my childhood days.

Class Two:
We were learning a singing memory game going like this,"head,shoulder,knees and toes..."unfortunately I had forgotten where the knees were!,I touched the head,shoulders,(skipped the knees) and touched the toes twice,wa,this was the first time I was caned on my butts(I added weight due to swelling,the teacher didn't have mercy)

Class Three:
I used to perform well but there was competition from friends especially one Tony,Alice,Stane...but an incident I will never forget is when I was told to go and buy a queen cake,oh my what's this!,I just went and asked for a cake and I was given mandazi-like cakes,I forgot the word 'queen'!,took it to the teacher but said no ,'I want a queen cake",but because I was jumpy and hitting the ball...again I forgot,'queen' I bought some bans took them to the teacher.Trouble!,I received some tectonic pinches that awakened my memory and for the 3rd time I was headed to the shop again for a queen cake,this time round I didn't go with the ball but I was on a chorus,'queen cake ,queeeeen caake,quuuueeeen ....' and on arrival at the shop I just let it out  loudly that everybody laughed,"QUUUUUUUUEEEEN CAKE!".

Class Four-Eight.
Life was fuuuuun and crazy:
The order was  playing soccer,boring and scary teachers except the G.H.C,endless games,receiving gifts for performing well.
But two incidences are vivid:

I wasn't going with any book home,To do what with them?I  wasn't going to read anyway,so I used to leave them in one of my friends shop whom we were in the same class.I  convinced my parents that after all,I will pass whether I went with them or not and they were okay.It was the case anyway.
One day  I was late for school,hurriedly I went picked up my friends books from their shop.On entering class the teacher was marking assignments only to find I don't have my books,wawawa!,talk of beating...

The class teacher,(we used to call him Kababa)in another incident found out we were making a lot of noise with the friends we were sitting next to,a reshuffle of sitting arrangement was done.We were very unhappy with the current one and somehow we re-arranged ourselves.We were back to our noisy status.The teacher was furious,came and told the three of us to go and wait for him in the staffroom.
Enhe!,Stane and I decided no way,this man will kill us so we decided to go and hide in the loos in the hope that he will forget,but during break time we decided to go to the field,play soccer then back to our hiding place.From nowhere someone just grabbed my hand,and on checking who,I was close to fainting.Kababa!.He then called Stane and we were locked in the past papers room for some minutes as he sipped coffee and snacks.Boom!,the door was opened,and a pipe close to 'Nyahunyo',wawawa...That is the best exercise I think he has ever had with human beings,I thought he was a retired paramilitary guy,talk of  no-orthodox beating!

...When I see kids today what they do for fun and the easy life academies have subjected them into,n I recall the things we used to do.I can only pity  how GMO they are.
Lessons stick when the test is fairly tough.The 'kababa' style.Memories stick best when I look at my how my legs are scary and 'defaced' but sporty.

.....I wonder why campus exams have to remind me all this.