Memoirs From Chesamisi School

The blue bus driven by Musa had a way of causing discomfort amongst our rivals as soon as it appeared.The boys scavenging on girls buses would quickly take off as soon as they heard the "pararira horn." Musa had long mastered the art of driving round parking bays before parking the Buffalo next to a classy girl school available. With such a driver 70% of your work was already done all that remained was for you to purchase a pinpop and girls would willingly follow you to the bus. One day during music festivals while I was still in form one I spotted a lady from St Cecilia Misikhu behaving in a manner likely to suggest that she was naive( I had done my dating attachment in the hands of Edwin Kings a reknown Casanova back then why he changed his ways I don't know. I had borrowed tips from Ashiema and his poetry lines,Derrick or Ombete as he was known would always bail me out of a tight corner and Sila the drummist had taught me the use of the back seat of the bus and why it was a sacred place). On spotting this particular prey,I lowered my trouser several inches below the basement although I was a "short monkey " by then and adopted a springy walk. I approached the girl and with the heaviest punchlines from the choral verse titled "Tunes at Noon" or something close to that by the Legendary sir F.S.S the girl was completely smitten. I took her to a corner and confused her with chips mwitu worth 20bob and a lollipop worth a whooping 15 shillings before leading her to the slaughter house. The bus was unlocked and deserted,double blessings. I made my way to the back seat and invited the prey to come and be prayed for and exorcised, but before i ventured into my mission,it started raining outside. Naturally I went to close the open windows but just then the music teacher Mr Maloba arrived, I quickly jumped through the window leaving my prey behind without any clue. What followed can only be narrated by Beverly Wandera.