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which generated deep memorable emotions among students because they easily identified with these, ...had elaborate discussions and jokes around these statements....and made them feel at home even though in school- called Kambi (a camp- like a detention camp, or prison of some sort, etc)...for once getting elated on the (other hidden never openly disclosed) value of education....making it part of life...and not completely isolated from the community, village and day to day life....coz it has space for being real- speaking mother tongue...the only language of socialization through which they coulf express their all...majority were struggling speaking Kisungu because we were 99.9999999999999% wajaluo- yet rules stated English was the official language af communication; any other was punishable...And indeed there were discs per class to be passed on to the next criminal....crime being...speaking kijaluo---trying to be real.....meaning there was a way in which schooling was meant to make you forget yourself...and pretend you were somebody else...and carry yourself around that imaginary being...to the point when you go home as the perfect scholar....you were supposed to get lost to the community...speaking English and demanding the respondents also respond in English...unbroken...including your form non o parents (as my late mother used to refer to herself). Mark you this secondary school life was a carry-over from primary school where one could read dictionary..as Distonary...because that is what they were seeing...and could repeat...and repeat...and repeat...The same peole that during debate could make the speaker look stupid...no one from among more than 250 pupils raising hands to volunteer to contribute to the debate...whether opposing or proposing...because there was no English...but had points in Kijaluo...the original points....This made the speaker look stupid..and to make use of the time left...had to pick contributors in a queue..in order of seating...Since this was the extension of the artificial English world, majority speakers knew they had nothing to say....and had to look for words to say this once given the chance...their turn comes....in turn they could just half stand up from their uncomfortable seating positions...positions of slavery and enslavement..and say: MR SPEAKER SIR I HAVE NO POINT......this statement was crammed by all just in case one was caught unawares...under any circumstances of the debate whose rules depended on the initiative of the speaker.....after the natural volunteerism failed...to the speaker making his own choice of who speaks next...to the extreme of following the que...the policy was: 'be ready and prepared at all times'....thus...'MR SPEAKER SIR, I HAVE NO POINT' ...or just like this...a teacher is better than a doctor because a teacher teaches and a doctor doctors.....were common statements. If only thy had been given the leeway to think in kijaluo and speak it...mix if need be they would have been more logical and thoughtful..and could have grown...............

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