Dear Silly girl,

I have received your letter with shock and disgust.

It's very foolish of you to go on strike because of uniforms when other schools are doing so protesting over the lack of sufficient lab equipment,fees or enough teachers. Those are called purposeful strikes not foolish as yours.

Before I comment further,what grade did ur school score in last year's kcpe?
Are you proud of it?if u choose to strike, please let ur grades be something to write home about or else you are a lost cause and everybody will think you are dunderheads.


You claim that miniskirts allow u fresh air. Can see your little brains know facts than sense.
Please tell your parents to stop buying you thick mama nylon panties.
Simple cotton panties allows the place to stay clean and fresh all day long.

Now if you want to feel hot please get out and bask in the sun,or incase you are too hot to handle,drop out of school and hit the cold streets. July is in serious need of global warming.

And just in case you didn't know,there is a new strain of drug resistant HIV virus looking for habitation.I think a hot environment would help it achieve it's purpose.
Hurry while they last, because our scientists are searching for guinea pigs to use as experiments.
The guinea pigs of Ruathia doesn't sound so bad.

So you claim that you cannot concentrate because a local boy's school laughed at you?
What would happen if a national celeb like rudisha laughed at you then? Will u die?
They dumped you you say? wow wow! when did this unholy union happen without our knowledge!
See dear,When you got involved with these area boys,did you write to let us know?
So why bother us with ur separation when we weren't privy to the union?

You have lost confidence? Ahaaa poor thick girls.
Are your skirts and brains conjoined? Is that why you reason like a skirt instead of like a student?
Please please separate ur brains from skirts and you will gain ur confindence back once again.

Note this; A high school is not a fashion school and even if it were, your's would not even feature among the top 50.What was your school's name again?
The purpose of a school is to prepare young minds for future meaningful jobs not strip jobs.
You wanna strip? do it in the bathroom,we aint interested.

Now the ball is in you hands. You either stay in that long skirt and study or leave school and take ur hotness to the streets (It's really cold u know and some men are suffering).


Warning; If you choose to strike again, you will be forced to work and pay ur fees.
Lets see if the boys laughing will be willing to contribute a cent towards it.

Yours friendly citizen.

@essyk, tough love there.

Today I read an interesting article on the Nation
The decision you make ...

Hehehe! the reply cannot be any better! Well done essyk! They need to reason en think with the brains not skirts! That is the same skul, that u only need to check it's performance starting from the last going upwards!

Dear mama,

I am very tempted to respond to the letter that you cowardly directed to a local daily newspaper instead of directing it to me. My heart tells me that you will not take this kindly, but my mind tells me that I should.

I would like to start by setting the record straight and acknowledging that you did not study literature in school. Yes, I know because I have a copy of your CPE pasted on a wall in my school cubicle. I also know that you studied MCB, Maths, Chemistry and Biology; that is how you went on to A-levels and became a doctor. The relationship between literature and this letter will become clear when I am done.

Your career and profession is a testament of your dedication and hard work, but to us your children, it is a daily source of anger and frustration. When Dan, my little brother wanted dance schools for his birthday, you and dad made it clear that none of your children is destined to become a dancer. There is no doubt that your job enabled you to sent me Sh 30,000 in pocket money this term, which I have distributed to my friends by the way, but it is also the main reason why I only saw you for no more than 30 waking minutes each day during my school holidays. You and daddy were not there to tell me what was wrong with me when my moons came. My friend Janet did after much anxiety and enduring the sneers and taunts from local boys. When I was fifteen, our gardeners son told me how beautiful I was. I was very surprised that he told me those words. Before then, I thought that I was an ugly duckling. It is no surprise then that I would crave to hear those same words from the boys in our brother school. Liking their compliments does not mean that I am slut, it just means that I am growing up.

I am very surprised that you are making a big deal about the mini skirt issue, during the school holidays, I wore one every day and not even dad who at least tried to spent an hour in the house noticed. Even if he had, I had caught him in bed with the mboch and the neighbours daughter so many times that I would easily have blackmailed him. So I wore the mini to church, I wore it to jam session, I wore it to Planet Yoghurt, I wore it to Jeff’s going away party. And there was no word of protest. I adjusted it an inch upwards every day, and there was not a single word of protest. I took your absence to mean that you took me for a grown up.
Do you know why Dan committed suicide? I could list you five different reasons and each of the five would have your name and that of dad in it.

In our literature class this term, we learned of a word called 'metaphor' which I doubt you will understand given your penchant for scalpels and stethoscopes. Just like Dan’s dance shoes were a metaphor for rebellion, our miniskirts are a call to dialogue. Will you listen?

Your daughter in fear,
Anna

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