Breaking the kombi rules my teacher taught me
Although I went to a ghetto primary school, my teachers strived so hard to teach us what rich kids were being taught at uptown schools formerly known as Group A schools. Somehow they succeeded- in me at least- because I am so different from other people I learnt with. I am in college, am a freelance writer, just finished on my first book and speak with a ‘civilised’ uptown accent. Since I had turned out to be what every teacher wishes of their students, I actually believed that I had turned out all the ghetto genes in me although I still stay in the ghetto. How wrong I was.
I came to face this cold fact after a six month break from public taxis commonly referred as kombis, when I finally hitch-hiked one for the murderous Bulawayo-Harare distance. My teachers had more than thrice given us the five commandments of travelling in a kombi; Read more
Ploughing back in our former schools
Many of our former primary and secondary schools, which were once vibrant and high-flying have gone into a great decline and have experienced extreme dilapidation. Visiting one’s former school, one is sure to get a rude shock and awakening by the sheer deterioration.
This makes one think of the importance of giving back to our former schools which actually provided our foundation as we were nurtured in our early academic lives. It was this foundation laid upon which we now have the sound knowledge that we have acquired as adults. I think it would be a noble thing to help our former primary and secondary schools in any way that we can, being in cash or in kind. Read more
