The program began just as we had been oriented the day before, we started with bx at 3.00 am,head count,fatigue,parade at manyasi and then breakfast.if i could have paused time or teleport-ed myself back in it, i would have made sure that the program only revolved on the bx part simply because the songs kept getting sweeter along the way,and i kept humming them in my head almost all the damn time.
At some point I got so carried away to an extent I found myself helping the soloist along the way without even realising- it was that Sweet.
as per the program we had to attend at least three classes a day excluding the physical part.our first class in our entire division which was simba {lion}was first aid,we marched our way up to the classes where we found the boys waiting for our arrival so that we could enter the class together.to our surprise the teacher in charge of that subject ,welcomed us with a trigger of emotions ,he commanded us to go outside and lay on our backs and roll on the dust several times.
it was the worst disgusting way to start a lesson,but all the same we had to endure,the funny thing was after the punishment we still attended the class in our dirty status.the lesson began with introduction from the teacher and our guards ,we were summoned to sit down on the floor,believe me you, the class had no chair ,we were practically taught a technique called close in -you,where you put your legs apart and a person facing forward buttocks staring at you sits in front of you and you use his/her back shoulders as your desk,forming several straight lines while sitted in that same position we did as instructed,it was awkward at first but with time we started adjusting to it,some even managed tattooing, my first close inn ,i met peter and we engaged in small whispers.
whispering"my name is peter can we chat using my book?"i didn't understand and that had him write his name on his book which he passed to me.:
"hi,i'm peter,you are?
"i'm Sonia Robinson."
where do you hail from?"
"i hail from central Kenya."_
as we were busy chatting ,we heard a slap land to the person next to peter followed by:"everyone here is each others keeper ,if a slap like that lands on you its not because you,re in the wrong yourself but your brother or sister is,for instance the person i,ve just slapped is trying to concentrate and his two friends here are busy chatting, so after getting the slap pass it on and harder than you receive it"the inspector with a name tag -insp mwas bellowed.
the slap that landed on peter almost made me run and what followed next made me shed tears,peter passed the slap on to me harder than i,ve ever been hit by anybody before. i promised to never tattoo in class or sit next to a person doing it,i got that lesson first hand and believe it was not anything to joke around with or dare to forget.the best thing was nobody could dare laugh at you or else he could punished for having a lot of 'uraia.'
simba divisin consisted of two femal barracks and and ten male barracks.the whole centre had three divisions totaling tothirty six barracks both gender.the other divisions were kifaru and chui.
the next lesson was fire fighting,and our final lesson was' condolympics my personal favourite,we were only learning on the introduction of each subject but I already knew at heart from the introduction alone that me and condolympics were not done,I loved the way the teachers taught things as they were without filters,they never forgot to remind us every counting second that we were adults and holders of identification cards .
This made me reflect back home,if only our parents were able to tell us everything in black and white, plainly,because it would have saved a lot of people,our high school teachers gave it a try but no one has ever given life skills lesson better justice than this. They even had dolls/toys that were used to explain practically,even the virgins inexperienced understood perfectly that if you mess with the opposite sex you were bound to have consequences,if you were lucky enough to pass pregnancy as a lady it wasn't a sure bet that you would miss STI,S or HIV.
Hence if it was a must for you to fornicate outside the service or after being in the service,a CONDOM or socks as we called it had to be in the equation.
To date I have never forgotten the condolympics lesson because I have seen first hand ,people with HIV,STI,S,unwanted pregnancies etc because of one reckless night,just one night of weakness ,causing eternal painful consequences that cannot be undone or forgotten with time.
I hope sharing what I learnt and the seriousness of it saves someone or anyone who comes across this book a series of consequences.
Do it if you must but still if you must always ensure SAFETY,I mean your well being, don't let a few minutes ruin your entire life.
And in everything you do,do it hearty as if you are doing it for the lord not man,in this concept ,this is where I tell you to abstain, don't fornicate,or commit adultery,peer pressure and curiosity will always be there,but if you must , remember your creator,He sees all and hears all, nothing can be barred from His eyes.
And He loves us all unconditionally,always remember He cannot be tempted but you can.
In everything do not Try God.
Just know yourself and your limits.
That's all for today ,I want to believe that you learnt something.
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Love,Bella wa dasa .
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