An Event That Marked The End Of the British Administration in My School.

These stories that I have begun are all real life stories, it would be a pleasure to share these stories to the whole world. This is a continuation of my previous post titled "Education and A Childhood Without Love".

We gathered for the ‘general assembly’ in an open field sitted on plastic chairs, and at the front of the open field was a podium that was arranged for the administrators. The old administrators were seated on one side while the old administrators were on the other side. Speeches were made about the school; how the school was formed from the early 1908, and how the British has taken it very far. This was an atmosphere of celebration for some, for others, it was atmosphere of saying goodbye to what they have created, goodbye to the dreams and visions they have built on. To the locals taking over, it was like a new dream, and for us students it was more of a new invasion. There I was amongst the students gather for this ceremony, I was just six years old.

We all joined to applaud the great men and women who passed through the school as they shared their experiences, works and achievement. We were all reminded to always do the school proud and to say the least ‘much was expected from each and everyone of us’ especially with the new administration. This ceremony was set to change make of official ‘the change in school administration’. After a few long speeches were read out to all of us, hands were clapped, gifts were exchanged between the British the new administration, positions were given to those new administrators that will be taking over the school.
There was an atmosphere for merriment, food and drinks was shared amongst the staff and student, then we called it a day expecting to be back in school the following week.

We resumed school the following week only to find out that our teachers were no longer there. We did not understand the commotion that was going on initially, the only thing we knew was that there was a celebration the previous week. Instead of seeing the regular teachers that we had, we found out that there were new teachers and new administrators. I for one was badly missing Mrs. Mary, she was my class teacher, a Polish woman. My comes to the class and she speaks through her nose, it was quite hard to understand what she was saying. We even sometimes try to mimick the things she says but at that time it don't just come out right, it sounded funny and the whole class would have a good laugh. All the same she taught us some beautiful rhymes, beautiful things that really impacted children's life an then the new administration began. Everything became so serious...

Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed this. This is just the beginning of a very long story that happened, you may read the previus post.
Look out for there will be more to come!