The Games We Played

At this point in my education school was about besting personal scores in a range of playground games and get involved in the hum of recess activities.  The games we played required neither electricity nor batteries,  just wide open spaces, and a few basic props. At the beginning of every term my mother packed school uniforms,…

Music and Drama

My love of music and drama were nurtured and encouraged at home initially and when I attended St Andrews school the curriculum carried my interest forward.  The gramophone in its lacquered cabinet held pride of place in the lounge at home and it was a rare day that it was not used, if not by…

On Being Heard

Do you find it difficult to be heard?  I am not a person who enjoys loud noise, parties or loud people, nor for that matter neither am I person who has brilliant ideas at a moment’s notice.  Sometimes I find myself being a little envious of those people who seem to pop with brilliance given a moment’s notice.  It’s not that…

St Andrew’s Prep School (1)

Boarding School Part 1 and Part 2 are precursors to this third post relating to my boarding school years and form part of my life story. *** The road trip from Kaptagat Prep School to the Nairobi airport was memorable for the speed at which we travelled. My father held his foot firmly on the…

Strawberry Renovation

Last night we enjoyed a harvest from the strawberry bath and tubs;  red, juicy and big too.  We topped them with coconut yoghurt imagined we were in heaven. A friend in our writing group was renovating her wheelbarrow of strawberries and gave us about twenty new runners.  The MOTH (Man of The House) and I nicknamed our friend…

Where Fear Belongs

The media and internet technology play a role in our lives and not all of it is healthy, or indeed necessary.  Remember how shattered and affected we were at the bombing of the Twin Towers.  The images were relayed simultaneously as events unfolded and many struggled the effects of vicarious trauma. The media and internet…

Boarding School: Part 2

Last week I introduced readers to my first boarding school experience at Kaptagat Preparatory School.  The school was fourteen miles from the nearest town of Eldoret in the Rift River Valley of Kenya, East Africa Boarding school was an expensive privilege.  My parents considered the vast number of activities and programmes offered by the private…

Boarding School

The first time I left home was to attend boarding school 200 miles north west of Nairobi where we were living.  I was five years old. Our housekeeper, Mrs Willoughby, packed the large blue suitcase, with metal expanders, while my mother ticked off items from the list as they were placed in the suitcase.  It…

Gertie Part 3

Parts 1 and 2 in the series entitled Gertie provide background and her place in my grandparents’ home.   This third post and final post was written for Monday Memoir and will be included as  part of my life story. *** Gertie was aware it was another night of unrest and normally she would not have…