When we took the war to their yard

#1
If you ever found yourself in the mix of high school supremacy wars, then you may have a clear picture of how things go down.

On this particular wednesday, there was this rugby grudge match pitting us, Jamhu vs Upper hill, a match that we eventually lost and was the genesis of an interesting few days to follow.

FF to the main day. It started vizuri and nothing seemed unusual. At lunch time pale DH ndo story ikaanza. As was the norm when you heard guys hitting their plates with a spoon in unison, there was definitely something cooking. So Bryo, one of the known trouble makers who feared no one including Mr. Salim the headteacher stood up and after getting everyone's attention, addressed the lunchers. The big announcement was about a 'rematch' with upperhill school, a coded word that only we understood. We were to take the war to their doorstep and action time was 5pm. In Jamhu the classes ended at 4pm while Upper ended theirs an hour later.

The plan was for us to go to Uhuru park pale juu opposite Capitol hill towers tujiseti hapo tungoje mafala watoke chuo. Once they started streaming in we would let the first group pass then ambush hapo katikati. This was a strategy to box in as many of them as possible.

The most interesting part was that sisi kama ma NVs, were tasked with rubble rousing and when the guys reacted, the VEs and VSs would step in. I was torn between going ahead with the plan and risk getting injured or retreat and face the wrath of the VEs. I decided better the devil I knew. So mimi na kabakora kangu nkateremka teke na maboy wengine, ma war cry kwa sana all the way down.

We caught the guys by suprise and in the confusion a fellow Jamhurian swung his fimbo to hit this Upper hillian who was caught up between the two of us, only for me to flykick him out of the way by chance and met with the oncoming fimbo head on. This one I din't see it coming. One of the Upper hill guys with a heavily built body, ile design ya rugby akakam forward and just like the saying goes, ukitaka kula nguruwe chagua ule amenona, ni mimi alipick. Ghafla bin vuu, huyu mujamaa akanichota vizuri na kunipin down and next akanikula soki moja mzito same place ile fimbo ilikuwa imegonga. I knew if I din't do something fast, itakuwa ngori as this guy din't look like he was joking and none of the other NVs had the courage to come help. Singepiga nduru ju hio ingekuwa ni umama. Ilibidi nipambane na hali yangu.

In the ensuing struggle buttons zake zote za shati zilidondoka. I saw a chance ya kujitoa and gathered all the energy I had left, nkamchuna tu nipples (you know wale machali huwa na nipples biggy). That took him off balance and next nkampiga magwade teke akakodoa macho nkapata mwanya ya kuslide away from him. Akashika mbwenya yangu, kunivuruta nkaivua na kumwachia. All this happened within a span of 3 minutes kama ni mob. Looked to my left and saw one Kawa, a none joking VE coming to my rescue nkakwamilia mujamaa. Kawa kufika akachambua mujamaa kazuri alafu akamshika, nkaambiwo nimfanyie kile naona iko sawa. Hehe ..... zile blow nlimskumia kwa shavu na kahasho ata yeye ali nice. Next nkamchota pori na bag plus mbwenya yangu nkazidi. All this time a crowd of wananichi was already building up wengine wakianza kutukashif.

Hio vita ilishika tukarudisha hizo brarry fackin hadi chuo yao and for those who were not lucky kufika chuo, this was a day they wished would have ended before it started. After all this we headed to railways station were we normally boarded our ma3 home and that's the time I now realised sharti yangu ilikuwa imestain na damu. While tunatembea kando ya ma3 fulani kwa jam, we spot these guys huko ndani. With their grey school shirts hawangeweza kujificha. Sisi hao tukadandia mbathi tukapata walikuwa kama raia tano. Ile vita tuliwaonyesha ilibidi kigonyi asimamishe mbathi hapo karibu na Central bank na akashuka ajue kunaendaje. Tukanyakuwa ma belongings na kudondoka.

Karao wa traffic who was manning the jam saw what had happened and tried to intercept. Mi nlienda straight side yake ju I din't expect aingilie kati, akaruka kando and same time na kale ka fimbo hao hutembea nako wakigonga nako ma3 akaniwekelea moja mzuri kwa haga. That was a perfect timing and a good delivery. Nlifeel hio uchungu for sometime. Tukamix na umati and vanished.

Ran all the way to GPO and boarded a namba 46 KBS heading home with 2 school bags and an extra school blazer turned inside out. Nkafika home na kuseti mali yangu, removed my school uniform juu the white shirt had some blood stain from the injuries.

I had a swollen lip and a broken tooth. Kidogo mzee Njoro akaingia as I was about to lie to Mrs. Njoro about the injuries and the first question aliuliza is, "wapi Kuria?" Mbiu ya mgambo ilikuwa imelia so nlijuwa iko jambo, kwa unyenyekevu nkajipeleka and one look at me, the old man akalia "auuuuu". What followed was a non stop kesi. While coming from town he had witnessed the battle that had spilled over in the CBD and he recognized the uniform.

I had to convince him that I was just caught up in the mix and I din't participate whatsoever in the regional war. I was given some painkillers nkaenda doz bila msos, singeweza kudema.

I missed school for the next three days, firstly to nurse my injuries and secondly ndo mafala wa Upper wakikam kukagua guaride nkuwe MIA. So come Monday nkaripot chuo kama kawaida and everything was ok, with the morning assembly conducted normally and dismissed. Action ya previous week was somehow forgotten. But why no teacher was in a hurry to report to their respective classes was a question to ponder.

So afterall yaliopita ilikuwa ndwele. Kufika masaa tano hivi after the morning break, all the class prefects were summoned to ensure no one got out of their classes. What followed was class by class, we streamed out to the identification parade as the Upper hill guys had paid a visit to check us out and identify the criminals. And as usual one Mr. Ntaho, the self declared discipline master was in attendance.

Turn ya my class kufika tuka stream mdogo mdogo kwa foleni na kuenda pale kwa identification parade. I first checked out pale vizuri and did not see the 'rugby player' and just when I thought nlikuwa nmeponea kijamaa kika kuja and that's how I found myself in hotsoup. Out of all the NVs I was the only one who was lucky enough to have been positively identified.

The deal was to first go to our class room check out any exhibit then niendee punishment yangu kwa deputy head na sahio nlikuwa nmedunga njumu za huyu mujamaa lakini hio hakunotice. From the geometrical set to kamusi plus the KJV bible found in my bag, zote zilikuwa za huyo mujamaa. Nkaambiwa nkangoje deputy head kwa office na since Mr. Kambwenya was always a confused fellow, rest assured hio ilikuwa a walk in the park. He came about an hour later and as confused as he could possibly be, asked me what I wanted. With alot of confidence, I told him I had a stomach ache to which he gladly gave me some paracetamol to take and go back to class. The few unlucky guys walikula suspension.
 

samachel

Village Elder
#4
Hekaya swaffi.
Jamhu was public enemy aki ya nani... I am sure those CBD wars had a role to play in making such schools into zero-grazing zones yaani boarding. This includes AQ too who would always beef with O.J. all for the sake of ma-thwark wa Huruma na Nile Road.
 
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suspect

Village Elder
#14
This wars were passed from generation to generation.... Even teachers used to narrate them to us, this fuelled the need to outdo the previous 'regimes'... But the best I heard.. Ni wenye waliendesha toolbox(the face me pickup) wakaificha kwa field for one week na manyasi... Si hiyo gari ilitafutwa
 

kasaman

Village Elder
#16
If you ever found yourself in the mix of high school supremacy wars, then you may have a clear picture of how things go down.

On this particular wednesday, there was this rugby grudge match pitting us, Jamhu vs Upper hill, a match that we eventually lost and was the genesis of an interesting few days to follow.

FF to the main day. It started vizuri and nothing seemed unusual. At lunch time pale DH ndo story ikaanza. As was the norm when you heard guys hitting their plates with a spoon in unison, there was definitely something cooking. So Bryo, one of the known trouble makers who feared no one including Mr. Salim the headteacher stood up and after getting everyone's attention, addressed the lunchers. The big announcement was about a 'rematch' with upperhill school, a coded word that only we understood. We were to take the war to their doorstep and action time was 5pm. In Jamhu the classes ended at 4pm while Upper ended theirs an hour later.

The plan was for us to go to Uhuru park pale juu opposite Capitol hill towers tujiseti hapo tungoje mafala watoke chuo. Once they started streaming in we would let the first group pass then ambush hapo katikati. This was a strategy to box in as many of them as possible.

The most interesting part was that sisi kama ma NVs, were tasked with rubble rousing and when the guys reacted, the VEs and VSs would step in. I was torn between going ahead with the plan and risk getting injured or retreat and face the wrath of the VEs. I decided better the devil I knew. So mimi na kabakora kangu nkateremka teke na maboy wengine, ma war cry kwa sana all the way down.

We caught the guys by suprise and in the confusion a fellow Jamhurian swung his fimbo to hit this Upper hillian who was caught up between the two of us, only for me to flykick him out of the way by chance and met with the oncoming fimbo head on. This one I din't see it coming. One of the Upper hill guys with a heavily built body, ile design ya rugby akakam forward and just like the saying goes, ukitaka kula nguruwe chagua ule amenona, ni mimi alipick. Ghafla bin vuu, huyu mujamaa akanichota vizuri na kunipin down and next akanikula soki moja mzito same place ile fimbo ilikuwa imegonga. I knew if I din't do something fast, itakuwa ngori as this guy din't look like he was joking and none of the other NVs had the courage to come help. Singepiga nduru ju hio ingekuwa ni umama. Ilibidi nipambane na hali yangu.

In the ensuing struggle buttons zake zote za shati zilidondoka. I saw a chance ya kujitoa and gathered all the energy I had left, nkamchuna tu nipples (you know wale machali huwa na nipples biggy). That took him off balance and next nkampiga magwade teke akakodoa macho nkapata mwanya ya kuslide away from him. Akashika mbwenya yangu, kunivuruta nkaivua na kumwachia. All this happened within a span of 3 minutes kama ni mob. Looked to my left and saw one Kawa, a none joking VE coming to my rescue nkakwamilia mujamaa. Kawa kufika akachambua mujamaa kazuri alafu akamshika, nkaambiwo nimfanyie kile naona iko sawa. Hehe ..... zile blow nlimskumia kwa shavu na kahasho ata yeye ali nice. Next nkamchota pori na bag plus mbwenya yangu nkazidi. All this time a crowd of wananichi was already building up wengine wakianza kutukashif.

Hio vita ilishika tukarudisha hizo brarry fackin hadi chuo yao and for those who were not lucky kufika chuo, this was a day they wished would have ended before it started. After all this we headed to railways station were we normally boarded our ma3 home and that's the time I now realised sharti yangu ilikuwa imestain na damu. While tunatembea kando ya ma3 fulani kwa jam, we spot these guys huko ndani. With their grey school shirts hawangeweza kujificha. Sisi hao tukadandia mbathi tukapata walikuwa kama raia tano. Ile vita tuliwaonyesha ilibidi kigonyi asimamishe mbathi hapo karibu na Central bank na akashuka ajue kunaendaje. Tukanyakuwa ma belongings na kudondoka.

Karao wa traffic who was manning the jam saw what had happened and tried to intercept. Mi nlienda straight side yake ju I din't expect aingilie kati, akaruka kando and same time na kale ka fimbo hao hutembea nako wakigonga nako ma3 akaniwekelea moja mzuri kwa haga. That was a perfect timing and a good delivery. Nlifeel hio uchungu for sometime. Tukamix na umati and vanished.

Ran all the way to GPO and boarded a namba 46 KBS heading home with 2 school bags and an extra school blazer turned inside out. Nkafika home na kuseti mali yangu, removed my school uniform juu the white shirt had some blood stain from the injuries.

I had a swollen lip and a broken tooth. Kidogo mzee Njoro akaingia as I was about to lie to Mrs. Njoro about the injuries and the first question aliuliza is, "wapi Kuria?" Mbiu ya mgambo ilikuwa imelia so nlijuwa iko jambo, kwa unyenyekevu nkajipeleka and one look at me, the old man akalia "auuuuu". What followed was a non stop kesi. While coming from town he had witnessed the battle that had spilled over in the CBD and he recognized the uniform.

I had to convince him that I was just caught up in the mix and I din't participate whatsoever in the regional war. I was given some painkillers nkaenda doz bila msos, singeweza kudema.

I missed school for the next three days, firstly to nurse my injuries and secondly ndo mafala wa Upper wakikam kukagua guaride nkuwe MIA. So come Monday nkaripot chuo kama kawaida and everything was ok, with the morning assembly conducted normally and dismissed. Action ya previous week was somehow forgotten. But why no teacher was in a hurry to report to their respective classes was a question to ponder.

So afterall yaliopita ilikuwa ndwele. Kufika masaa tano hivi after the morning break, all the class prefects were summoned to ensure no one got out of their classes. What followed was class by class, we streamed out to the identification parade as the Upper hill guys had paid a visit to check us out and identify the criminals. And as usual one Mr. Ntaho, the self declared discipline master was in attendance.

Turn ya my class kufika tuka stream mdogo mdogo kwa foleni na kuenda pale kwa identification parade. I first checked out pale vizuri and did not see the 'rugby player' and just when I thought nlikuwa nmeponea kijamaa kika kuja and that's how I found myself in hotsoup. Out of all the NVs I was the only one who was lucky enough to have been positively identified.

The deal was to first go to our class room check out any exhibit then niendee punishment yangu kwa deputy head na sahio nlikuwa nmedunga njumu za huyu mujamaa lakini hio hakunotice. From the geometrical set to kamusi plus the KJV bible found in my bag, zote zilikuwa za huyo mujamaa. Nkaambiwa nkangoje deputy head kwa office na since Mr. Kambwenya was always a confused fellow, rest assured hio ilikuwa a walk in the park. He came about an hour later and as confused as he could possibly be, asked me what I wanted. With alot of confidence, I told him I had a stomach ache to which he gladly gave me some paracetamol to take and go back to class. The few unlucky guys walikula suspension.
Mr Odero (upperhill) wanted to remove Mr Salim ( jamu )
He stage managed the parades in both schools
 
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