Best Composition in Kenya

I was asleep. The jogoo shouted three times, I opened one eye and left the other to sleep abit. I was wishing I had slept with my uniforms putted on, but I realized if wishes were chickens beggars would been laying eggs.

I woke up with only one eye open n and I was looking where the karai was put I wash my face. I found some cotton which I used to burn the jiko and cook a chai without milk called sturungi. I drank the sturungi haphazardly and hurriedly with a big piece of kiugali which had remained at night. I put on my uniforms and then I painted myself with fat and because there was no kiwi I had to paint my shoes with fat too.

I took a paper bag, put books and biros then ran my everything, I beated the first corner hardly then as I was beating the second corner I heard the school bell cry ncgririr nkngrirriririri nckgrrrirrrrr!!! I knew nimelate.

When I reached the gate!! You don’t want to know!! Mr Kimei was standing at the gate with a big black nyahunyo. I was so afraid that I almost urinated. I was asked “why are you late? I said ” makaa was poured with water at night.” Teacher asked ” what has that to do with you coming to school late?” I told him ” the jiko was late to burn so it delayed cooking strong.” He said that is no excuse!!

Touch your toes!! I started to remove my shoes so I can touch the toes but he told me I just meant bend, he gave me the first nyahunyo on my buttocks, he… he…. it was as hot as a boiling water, I dried that one, he gave me the second one pap!! This one was much hotter and started hearing to cry, when the third one was given to me I heard so much pain that I touched my buttocks, the teacher said ” you have erased that one!!

I will have to give you another one!! When I was given the fourth nyahunyo, tears started getting out of my eyes uncontrollably, the teacher said, “You are removing tears for who!! I don’t want to see even a smell of tear, ran to class and don’t late tomorrow.” My buttocks, as I went to class were hearing as if sitting in a burning jiko. I dried the tears because my classmate would laugh at me for crying. When I entered class I walked slowly to my desk and when I tried to sit it was so pain I could not sit. So I sitted on air above my chair holding my desk. From that day I swear I will never come to school late again even if the makaa was poured on water!!!.

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