Nyangori was a nickname for the Terik community derived from the Luo community. The Terik, being pastoralists used to invade the Luo areas for pasture during the drought seasons of yonder. On the way back home, the Terik would bring with them cowpeas, a crop known to the Luo people as “ngor”. Hence the name Nyang’ori was derived from the word “ngor” literarily meaning the people of the cowpeas.
As at now, the name Nyangóri is synonymous with the Pentecostal Bible College and Nyangóri Boys High School. I am a Nyangóri alumnus. This school will hold a greater part of my youthful memories. Nyangóri is located on the Kisumu-Kakamega road, at Kiboswa. Kiboswa is a unique market, it is located in three provinces, Nyanza, Rift Valley and Western – now Kusumu, Nandi and Vihiga Counties. Nyangóri high is on the western (Vihiga County) part of the market.
The area is located in a place where water scarcity is the norm. The people around the school are used to dry taps, mostly from December to March every year. The water supply of the area comes from a far off place, Sosian, which happens to experience drought during this period and hence lack of the basic commodity both to the local community and the school. As students in this school, we had to learn the art of survival. At times, when the situation was too extreme for the school to cop, we were allowed to leave the school every evening to go and take a bath and collect some water in a “river” some few kilometers away. We used to love these trips as they freed us from the school bondages and we had plenty of time to socialize with the villagers and the “girls” from the neighborhood school, Kapsengére Secondary School, who were also facing the same situation. Back to school, we carried buckets full of water, but we could only manage to reach our dormitories with half the buckets as the route of passage was hilly and covered with stones all over.
Washing of clothes in school was only done once. There was a “supermarket”, the cloth-lines, where the older students could literally go over and exchange their dirty shirts with clean ones. This affected the form ones so much as their shirts were still new and presentable, espencially during school outings and visits.
Cups and plates were never cleaned, they were wiped off after every meal by use of tissue paper. The buckets/basins where the water was stored were multipurpose, for washing, bathing and storage for drinking water.
Free-walks on sundays after every fortynight were the best thing to have happened to us. This was the day for visiting the market and looking for mandazis, omena and fish. Those from around the school were prohibited as they had a tendency to go home yet no one was allowed to visit home at such a time.
Church services were great, especially the ones where we had to go over to the Mission’s boma church. We would scrum our way out the tiny gate and through the church doors, knocking over the old men and women who were just leaving the church after their morning service.
Other than the occasional music on the school cassete player, entertainment was a boring event; these Saturday evenings were characterized with too much to watch Naija stuff. Those who felt they could not take this, had the option of either being in class for the evening or going to the Saturday prayer sessions by the Christian union. After ten in the evening, the form one’s and two’s could be physically shown the door outta the entertainment hall, which also served as a dining hall, to leave the “mature” students for the occasional porn movie one had carried over.
Friday evenings were a nightmare for the form one’s. Each and every form one was to produce a bucket full of water, no matter the season. The dorm captains made sure the water is available for use for cleaning the dorm in readiness for the dorm check up, conducted every Saturday, and the results of the top dorm announced at the assembly every monday….
to be ontinued….