High School Life continues

I joined Form 3, still living with my sister Pamela. I was a day scholar so it was really tough commuting to school daily, reaching home when tired, trying to do my home work. One thing my sister did that helped a lot was to make sure that as soon as we reached home, we would always go to the boys room, which had the study table and we would all help each other out with our homework. I was the eldest in class so I did most of the helping. That trend was faithfully adhered to even in her absence, well also because my niece and nephew Christine and Nick would not hear anything less. 

We could not even be found watching television on a school night. My youngest nephew Dick was the stubborn one. Since he was the last born I guess he got the favors from his dad. He used to wait until the dad showed up, then go and sit with him as we are left studying.

 I had to wake up early since my school was far, my nephew would be picked with the school van so he used to sleep in.

My sister had this trend that when she is back on Fridays from Arusha, the next day she would go to the market and buy a lot of vegetables that needed work to sort and arrange in the freezer. It was quite taxing. Since we had Saturday tuition, I narrowly escaped that tiresome job. The days we had closed school I had no excuse.

Walking out my salvation begun being challenged in this very house. My nephews would wake us up every weekend with loud music. At times they would make me write for them the lyrics for some songs since I was keen on the words. I used to discourage them but I was out numbered. Soon I began bopping to the music. Whenever I would enter a public vehicle and hear a familiar tune, I would sing along. I then realized my weakness was music and I had to find a way to help myself.

I used to look forward to Sundays because I would go and repent and listen to worship music. I had a few music tapes that I would always find missing if I left them in the radio playing.

Praying became challenging too because I shared a room with my niece and the house help. I never even thought of being an early riser in prayer as I do now. So I was stuck to this life. I had saved friends, whom I would visit or we attended the same fellowship group. We would have retreats, meetings; hang out days at Jose’s, since they had a big house. We would cook, eat, listen to music and just have fun but I would still go back to the same house with the same challenges.