My School Matron:The Nun’s regime

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Did any of you study in this Catholic Based Schools…

Well , here I am.

I hope the story relates

Dogmas or call them doctrines, creed, credo..you name it

Mine was Sr. Margaret

All right everyone, line up alphabetically according to your height.

 

Sr. Margaret a.k.a Sr. Margaret, short but sturdy

We couldn’t even coin a name for her,

We feared the repercussions, thorough and lifeless.

To us she was the Iron lady..no nonsense.
Our day began 4.45am that as enough time to kick a shower and get to church by 5.15am

The water was nothing less that the cold in Verkhoyansk, Russia,

having being stored in the metallic ice buckets Image result for metallic buckets which was a school regulation upon admission.

Lest i forget, the water supply was as meager as the Wildlife creatures in our National parks.

you  had to device ways of securing your water can including, spitting saliva into it, storing it under your bed, or just be the early robber.

We had to survive!

 

Sr. Margaret at those wee hours could only be identified by her

Dark green hoodie

And that yellow scarf

and some closed flat black shoes.

The scarf could illuminate from kilometers away

as she paced with the speed of a deer

Anyone behind her was considered late

Late for church,  in a Catholic Institution…Lifeless was what your life could be

 

The church was a sacred place, Only prayers,

and being in Catholic, nodding, reciting after the priest , stand, sit, kneel, sing and repent mann!

Anything less that the above was considered a sin, punishable by caning.

Basic beliefs were subscribed by all religions, whether Muslim, Buddism, protestant etc,

Baptism, confirmation was non negotiable.

 

Sr. Margaret was all round

Mentor to some, teacher, Spiritual mom, administrator, dorm matron, leader etc

In real life she was the school headmistress and everything else.

We feared her, she had a copy of our lives.

We dreaded punishments,

 

She called them evil doers, those that would go to hell,

Caning was not a joke, the strokes of canes would be aired out under the sun

It was said they were drying and becoming tougher,

The school was located in one of the wetland areas, Africa, Kenya.

So the canes needed to be ready.

We were only of between 10-15 years, pre- primary level.

Small girls, almost confused for malnourished.

 

We would cry if your name was called out, in the list of evil doers.

Punishment was equal to death.

While caning, she could utter in local slang

Do you know how your mother has struggled to put you in school:” Your dad being a casual laborer and all you can do is play at school” Your siblings did not even get an education, for your sake, and yet…………She knew us by name and family and even by extended family.

 

One time we got caned that our fingers could not be separable. Bulging and broken

I remember i couldn’t write, or hold a pen

I had to ask the history and Government teacher to intervene.

My puffy fingers resembled my thighs.

Beating was not a crime in Public /government schools.

Parents believed it was instilling discipline.

We hated school. But that was deep in our conscious, no speaking out loud.

Those lucky got their parents to transfer them, the likes of me with African parents with traditional bound attributes, got an extra cane upon such talks.

Life was miserable, life was a pain, life was worth giving up, Life was unfair.

 

Miraculously, we performed very well.Leading school in the province,

Children well groomed, well behaved, respectful and intelligent.

Mama said i had changed. I could tell myself “things”  like to collect dishes after meals and clean them

 

I hated school opening days,

They were coupled by so many memories and neglect. I believed that my parents hated me, how could they subject me to such a life.

food was not even enough,

I was as little and slim as a needle.

Subjected to vigorous checking points of all household needs_- Panties, sweaters, jackets, soaps, petticoats, comb and everything was supposed to be labelled.

Even Soaps!! Goodness!!!

 

Fast forward, Sr. Margaret, disowned the practice,

Got married, Is on Facebook!

Sired two lovely kids.

And began wearing trousers and low cut tops.

We never deciphered as to why she was so tough on us.

We concluded that she was already fed up with the sisterhood,

and was only expressing the wrath on us.

She felt caged, she felt cheated, unable to have a life of her own.

You know sisterhood means: Your wealth is not actually yours, its for the Congression, no husband, no children and generally no social life

 

The reverie of the life we lived then never fades off,

It’s as fresh as it can be, scripted word for word, images coded.

My friends don’t even like talking about it. It creates shivers.

They say the school has improved, but Not My children, i rather home school them.

Education is Power, but it should be lovely, enjoyable and friendly.

It should be empowering, holistic. We didn’t even have sporting activities. It was exam day from Monday to Monday.

For me it bore fruits academically, however socially, I am dead and vulnerable.

 

 

                            To be continued……………………………………………..

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Tribute to My School cook

Age is just  a number,

Aging is in the mind,

Looking back today, i

can attest to it.

He was the tall, wrinkled,

but stout gentleman(old)

I knew for 6 years, having

been shipped to

boarding school at 10,

Who is to blame, it was the “coolest” thing then.

Zachariah was the kind, whom my pity was extended to,

with the tough, tough

work he had to endure, to make

my colleagues and I healthy and live happily,

To me he was a tough guy.

I fathom how, life

Must have been arduous,

to settle for the laboring task for a living,

I wished I could help,

but kitchen was a no go zone for kids.

Sources say he had been there over 50years on,

yet he was still vibrant,and undying spirit of hope,

Our little chats confirmed that his kids,

were well educated, and in the States,

To me it was a visionary, a dream perhaps come true

for an African laborer.

Nevertheless, his food was finger licking,

Always needing more

He cooked with his heart, golden heart

Read hard my children, he kept encouraging us,

Its the way to better life, he said.

Cooking was a passion

For a man with parcels of land, and rental buildings in his name, yet a cook,

It was certainly a way of graceful aging, away from the norm,

i bet aging passionately,Or a means of sustaining his strong bones

Afloat to any new challenge,

A path he chose, regrets behind.

Zachariah was a star,a twinkling star

A star to me that lit the way through, his stregth

puzzled all of me, i wanted to understand him better,

But i was too young

The only cherished memory, is that of his sweetest food, tantalizing

natural with no additives, never having enough.

Live long our Zachary,

A man of true spirit, Live long my friend

Silence does not reply, although its full of answers- Madalina Coman

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Father was a hardworking man who delivered bread as a living to support his wife and three children. He spent all his evenings after work attending classes, hoping to improve himself so that he could one day find a better paying job. Except for Sundays, Father hardly ate a meal together with his family. He worked and studied very hard because he wanted to provide his family with the best money could buy.

Whenever the family complained that he was not spending enough time with them, he reasoned that he was doing all this for them. But he often yearned to spend more time with his family.

The day came when the examination results were announced. To his joy, Father passed, and with distinctions too! Soon after, he was offered a good job as a senior supervisor which paid handsomely.

Like a dream come true, Father could now afford to provide his family with life’s little luxuries like nice clothing, fine food and vacation abroad.

However, the family still did not get to see father for most of the week. He continued to work very hard, hoping to be promoted to the position of manager. In fact, to make himself a worthily candidate for the promotion, he enrolled for another course in the open university.

Again, whenever the family complained that he was not spending enough time with them, he reasoned that he was doing all this for them. But he often yearned to spend more time with his family.

Father’s hard work paid off and he was promoted. Jubilantly, he decided to hire a maid to relieve his wife from her domestic tasks. He also felt that their three-room flat was no longer big enough, it would be nice for his family to be able to enjoy the facilities and comfort of a condominium. Having experienced the rewards of his hard work many times before, Father resolved to further his studies and work at being promoted again. The family still did not get to see much of him. In fact, sometimes Father had to work on Sundays entertaining clients. Again, whenever the family complained that he was not spending enough time with them, he reasoned that he was doing all this for them. But he often yearned to spend more time with his family.

As expected, Father’s hard work paid off again and he bought a beautiful condominium overlooking the coast of Singapore. On the first Sunday evening at their new home, Father declared to his family that he decided not to take anymore courses or pursue any more promotions. From then on he was going to devote more time to his family.

Father did not wake up the next day.

You are unique!

Think what a remarkable, unduplicatable, and miraculous thing it is to be you! Of all the people who have come and gone on the earth, since the beginning of time, not ONE of them is like YOU!
No one who has ever lived or is to come has had your combination of abilities, talents, appearance, friends, acquaintances, burdens, sorrows and opportunities.

No, one’s hair grows exactly the way yours does. No one’s finger prints are like yours. No one has the same combination of secret inside jokes and family expressions that you know.

The few people who laugh at all the same things you do, don’t sneeze the way you do. No one prays about exactly the same concerns as you do. No one is loved by the same combination of people that love you – NO ONE!

No one before, no one to come. YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY UNIQUE!

Enjoy that uniqueness. You do not have to pretend in order to seem more like someone else. You weren’t meant to be like someone else. You do not have to lie to conceal the parts of you that are not like what you see in anyone else.

You were meant to be different. Nowhere ever in all of history will the same things be going on in anyone’s mind, soul and spirit as are going on in yours right now.

If you did not exist, there would be a hole in creation, a gap in history, something missing from the plan for humankind.

Treasure your uniqueness. It is a gift given only to you. Enjoy it and share it!

No one can reach out to others in the same way that you can. No one can speak your words. No one can convey your meanings. No one can comfort with your kind of comfort. No one can bring your kind of understanding to another person.

No one can be cheerful and lighthearted and joyous in your way. No one can smile your smile. No one else can bring the whole unique impact of you to another human being.

Share your uniqueness. Let it be free to flow out among your family and friends and people you meet in the rush and clutter of living wherever you are. That gift of yourself was given you to enjoy and share. Give yourself away!

See it! Receive it! Let it tickle you! Let it inform you and nudge you and inspire you! YOU ARE UNIQUE!

Small beat wins

You are the mirror

Looking at Mirror

One day all the employees reached the office and they saw a big advice on the door on which it was written: “Yesterday the person who has been hindering your growth in this company passed away. We invite you to join the funeral in the room that has been prepared in the gym”.  In the beginning, they all got sad for the death of one of their colleagues, but after a while they started getting curious to know who was that man who hindered the growth of his colleagues and the company itself.The excitement in the gym was such that security agents were ordered to control the crowd within the room. The more people reached the coffin, the more the excitement heated up. Everyone thought: “Who is this guy who was hindering my progress? Well, at least he died!”  One by one the thrilled employees got closer to the coffin, and when they looked inside it they suddenly became speechless.  They stood nearby the coffin, shocked and in silence, as if someone had touched the deepest part of their soul. There was a mirror inside the coffin: everyone who looked inside it could see himself.There was also a sign next to the mirror that said: “There is only one person who is capable to set limits to your growth: it is YOU.” You are the only person who can revolutionize your life. You are the only person who can influence your happiness, your realization and your success. You are the only person who can help yourself.  Your life does not change when your boss changes, when your friends change, when your partner changes, when your company changes. Your life changes when YOU change, when you go beyond your limiting beliefs, when you realize that you are the only one responsible for your life. “The most important relationship you can have is the one you have with yourself” .Moral: The world is like a mirror: it gives back to anyone the reflection of the thoughts in which one has strongly believed. The world and your reality are like mirrors lying in a coffin, which show to any individual the death of his divine capability to imagine and create his happiness and his success. It’s the way you face Life that makes the difference.
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Witty Boy

Story: Boy’s Job Appraisal

A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits (phone numbers).  The store-owner observed and listened to the conversation.Boy: ‘Lady, Can you give me the job of cutting your lawn?Woman: (at the other end of the phone line): ‘I already have someone to cut my lawn.’Boy: ‘Lady, I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now.’Woman: I’m very satisfied with the person who is presently cutting my lawn.Boy: (with more perseverance) : ‘Lady, I’ll even sweep your curb and your sidewalk, so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in all of Palm beach , Florida.’Woman: No, thank you.With a smile on his face, the little boy replaced the receiver. The store-owner, who was listening to all this, walked over to the boy.Store Owner: ‘Son… I like your attitude; I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job.’Boy: ‘No thanks.’Store Owner: But you were really pleading for one.Boy: No Sir, I was just checking my performance at the Job I already have. I am the one who is working for that lady I was talking to!’

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Story: I have learned…

Story: I have learned…

I’ve learned-

that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them.
I’ve learned-

that no matter how much I care, some people just don’t care back.
I’ve learned-

that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.
I’ve learned-

that no matter how good a friend is, they’re going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
I’ve learned-

that it’s not what you have in your life but who you have in your life that counts.
I’ve learned-

that you should never ruin an apology with an excuse.
I’ve learned-

that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After that, you’d better know something.
I’ve learned-

that you shouldn’t compare yourself to the best others can do.
I’ve learned-

that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.
I’ve learned-

that it’s taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.
I’ve learned-

that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.
I’ve learned-

that you can keep going long after you can’t.
I’ve learned-

that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.
I’ve learned-

that either you control your attitude or it controls you.
I’ve learned-

that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place.
I’ve learned-

that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.
I’ve learned-

that money is a lousy way of keeping score.
I’ve learned-

that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.
I’ve learned-

that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you’re down will be the ones to help you get back up.
I’ve learned-

that sometimes when I’m angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn’t give me the right to be cruel.
I’ve learned-

that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.
I’ve learned-

that just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have.
I’ve learned-

that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you’ve had and what you’ve learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you’ve celebrated.
I’ve learned-

that you should never tell a child their dreams are unlikely or outlandish. Few things are more humiliating, and what a tragedy it would be if they believed it.
I’ve learned-

that your family won’t always be there for you. It may seem funny, but people you aren’t related to can take care of you and love you and teach you to trust people again. Families aren’t biological.
I’ve learned-

that it isn’t always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you are to learn to forgive yourself.
I’ve learned-

that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn’t stop for your grief.
I’ve learned-

that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.
I’ve learned-

that a rich person is not the one who has the most, but is one who needs the least.
I’ve learned-

that just because two people argue, it doesn’t mean they don’t love each other. And just because they don’t argue, it doesn’t mean they do.
I’ve learned-

that we don’t have to change friends if we understand that friends change.
I’ve learned-

that you shouldn’t be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.
I’ve learned-

that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.
I’ve learned-

that no matter how you try to protect your children, they will eventually get hurt and you will hurt in the process.
I’ve learned-

that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.
I’ve learned-

that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.
I’ve learned-

that the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.
I’ve learned-

that it’s hard to determine where to draw the line between being nice and not hurting people’s feelings, and standing up for what you believe.
I’ve learned-

that people will forget what you said, and people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
By Omer B. Washington