SRSS
The reason for this report from Koleth? One fine Saturday morning, a teacher did not come to our class, Form II K. Bored to death, I looked outside from the first floor towards the Girl Guides Headquarters and saw, just outside my reach, a papaya tree with almost ripe papaya's. One was calling out my name. So I climbed out of the window, grabbed the vertical bar and tried my level best to reach for the fruit. After several attempts, Alan Almeida, the only person in the class more agile than me, decided that he would step out of the window and hold on to the bar. I then grabbed on to his shoulder and reached out and plucked the papaya. Yes, the one calling my name. We cut the papaya with a Swiss Army knife (that I still carry in my pocket today) and shared it with our class friends. Well, instead of reporting this acrobatic feat to Cirque Du Soleil, someone reported it to our class teacher, Miss Behl, the best teacher I have ever had, who Ajesh remembers as being very pretty, but whom I more remember as having an hour glass figure. The authorities found our act particularly despicable as in those days we grew kunde, okra, muhogo etc. in that patch between the classrooms and the boundary wall as part of our shamba work. The proceeds of the shamba work went to TYL. The papaya would have sold for Tzs 2.00 I was told that I had stolen from everybody who had contributed to nurturing the fruit of that tree....
SRSS
The reason for this report from Koleth? One fine Saturday morning, a teacher did not come to our class, Form II K. Bored to death, I looked outside from the first floor towards the Girl Guides Headquarters and saw, just outside my reach, a papaya tree with almost ripe papaya's. One was calling out my name. So I climbed out of the window, grabbed the vertical bar and tried my level best to reach for the fruit. After several attempts, Alan Almeida, the only person in the class more agile than me, decided that he would step out of the window and hold on to the bar. I then grabbed on to his shoulder and reached out and plucked the papaya. Yes, the one calling my name. We cut the papaya with a Swiss Army knife (that I still carry in my pocket today) and shared it with our class friends. Well, instead of reporting this acrobatic feat to Cirque Du Soleil, someone reported it to our class teacher, Miss Behl, the best teacher I have ever had, who Ajesh remembers as being very pretty, but whom I more remember as having an hour glass figure. The authorities found our act particularly despicable as in those days we grew kunde, okra, muhogo etc. in that patch between the classrooms and the boundary wall as part of our shamba work. The proceeds of the shamba work went to TYL. The papaya would have sold for Tzs 2.00 I was told that I had stolen from everybody who had contributed to nurturing the fruit of that tree....