My story

I wrote a story about my favorite place and that place turned out to be Humble Hearts. Here is the story and I hope you like it.

School, Kenyan style

Sheets of metal and wood is all you see in this school. The classrooms are crammed by kids and desks because of the lack of space. The courtyard is rocks and dirt the same thing as some of the floors. To many kids this is paradise compared to what they have at home. But this is school, Kenyan style.

The beginning of school is a rush. The kids are dropped off and have to find their classrooms through all the other kids. It is very crowded, with a lot bumping and shoving to get where you have to go. In the courtyard, it’s like herding cattle. After the kids find their classes, everything goes quiet and class starts. You walk in and all you see are bright purple shirts and black shorts. In this school, this is dress code and you have to wear it, or else. Here we don’t have a dress code. So imagine having a dress code, and looking just like everybody else.

The lunch area is not big-it is the size of a dumpster and a half. The room has a charcoal fire that holds a decent-sized pot. The pot is about three feet wide and about two feet deep. There are about three people in this room at one time preparing food for the kids. Then, when it is lunch time the people have to deal with kid’s right outside in a long line. The pot is always packed to the brim with beans for lunch. The beans for lunch have to cook for about 3 hours. Then the kids come get the food and eat it in about twenty minutes. They love the beans but it is a lot of work for not much reward. Every now and again the kids get a fruit day. The cook goes and gets the fruit from a market just up the road. They are very lucky kids compared to the kids that don’t go to school that live around it. The kids outside the school eat very little to absolutely nothing. Some of their bellies are empty as the bean pot after the kids have lunch. They go hungry.

During class time it is deathly silent except for the teachers. The doors are closed to everybody and the windows are generally shut. This makes the class room like an oven. This makes it very hot and with little way to cool it. Since the doors and windows are shut it makes the classroom dark since there is no electricity. The school looks like a fortress made out of wood and steel. The teachers are very stern but love the kids all the same. Since it is very quiet you can hear all the cars and smell all the nasty black poisonous diesel fumes from the road. The kids work very hard and share textbooks but have a lot of fun. There are some deaf classes there, and they are very quiet for the obvious reasons. They talk in Kenyan sign language. While they have fun and learn a lot of stuff, they are very crammed. They don’t have a lot of desks. They are squished into desks that are meant for two but they fit four. Even though they are crammed it doesn’t affect how much they learn.

At the end of the day it is very chaotic. All the kids that walk home leave but since there are a lot of them they have to squish and squeeze through the gate. At the same time as the kids that walk home the kids that are being picked up by there parents leave at the same time. They also have to squish through the gate. The teachers try to create organized chaos but it doesn’t really help at all. After awhile all the kids are gone and the teachers go and plan for the next day of school. They have to report how many kids are there and how many of each gender.
There are many different times of the school day. There is the beginning when it is very crazy and insane. There is lunch time when everybody has to wait outside in a very long line to get food because of the small kitchen. Then there is class time where it is clam, cool, and collected. Then last but not least there is the end of the day. It is very chaotic and crazy with absolutely no organization what so ever. The school life is a busy life and this is a school life, Kenyan style.

Again hope you like it,

Justin