Crazy Composition

Gathiro-ine Crazy School

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 realised if wishes were chickens beggars would been laying eggs.
I woke up with only one eye open 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 haphazardy and hurriendily 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 to.
I took a paperbag 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 on myself.
 
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 cookin 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,,hehe it was as hot as a boiling water, I dried that one, he gave
me the second one pap!! This one was much hotter n 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 uncontoullably,, the teacher said,” You 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
d on air above my chair holding my desk. From that day I sware
I will never come to school late again even if the makaa was poured on water!!!.

 

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