In my early
years in school, primary school started at 7.30am and ended by
12.30pm; leaving plenty of time to have lunch at home, get through my homework,
take the about 10 minutes hike to the local library to borrow new comic books
or climb the mango tree behind my house to try my hands at plucking the sun out
of the sky; cook rice and sauce on a pretend fire (backyard soil with no ants
made for good rice and bougainvillea flowers mashed in water with a few pieces
of sticks made a good sauce), have a good wash, then get through the daily
English or Math exercise my mother had left me for the day- all this, before
4pm when my mother the spoil sport would return from work.
This was the
time when history, geography, sports, singing classes, library periods and arts
and crafts were a part of the school program not matters that are constantly
under negotiation for space on the time-table. I still remember the time I
spent molding clay in school, spraying patterns of colors on canvass and
breaking off crayons for fun in arts class in the name of drawing. Then singing
time, oh how I loved it! We were taught loads of songs and we sang cheerily. My favorite song in nursery was;
“The e ber so
o me e e to o hol e wedding in amo de tree so gri fiddi lalala fiddi lalala fiddi
lala lala la a”- as delivered by the dandy “Little Ones” class. A
few years later while in upper primary and still singing, my nursery song had
developed to;
“The birds
all met to hold a wedding in among the trees so green, fiddi lalala...” Beautiful
song, beautiful times. My mom was certain singing songs and hymns helped
with vocabulary, grammar and phonetics. I think she was right about this one
but it didn’t matter, I just loved the singing bit of school and kept my
“singing exercise book” well.
In these
times, the Middle School system was still running minimally; six years of
primary education and 4 years pre-secondary education – an absurd colonial shackle.
Many schools were turning to the program in fashion; the one that led to the
Common Entrance Exam at the end of 6 years of primary education, Ordinary Level
Certificate at the end of 5 years of secondary education and Advanced Level
Certificate at the end of an additional 2 years of secondary education. From
then on it was university all the way.
Extra
classes in schools did not exist; you either made it with the formal school
time available or you were probably too dense to be helped anyway. Much later
kids with learning or more aptly exam passing challenges were put to private
extra tuition after school by parents. These situations were rare and had
nothing to do with school time because generally there was no question about
the adequacy of the school time to cover the syllabus.
I recall my
brother and his friends making fun of someone they claimed had been to collect his
Common Entrance results with a basket from the West African Examination Council
(WAEC) offices. What they meant was that
the fellow had scored 9s, 8s, 7s so instead of the expected say six ones which
gave a single digit aggregate (no pun intended); the poor fellow needed a
basket because he had to carry an aggregate of 45. Actually his aggregate was
about 20. Still this was simply unbelievable and hilarious for the young devils
in the late 1970s or early 80s. People like the hapless young man with the
basket had to repeat their exam class and for the O’ Level exam, return to 4th
or 5th year in a mainstream school to re-write the exam. Special schools
for re-writing examinations had yet to materialize.
In the mid
80s a few famed schools started organizing classes during
the long vacations (June to August). I attended once after much pleading with
my parents, citing what most youngsters offered as justification for attending
the classes – the schools had the best teachers and tended to teach stuff that
was invaluable for passing the O’ and A’ level examinations. My experience did
not really support that justification but then again I never was a good learner
in class. It seemed to me most kids wanted a forum to socialize and the schools
(teachers) had found a niche for making extra money. On hindsight, probably
there was a real need.
By the time
I was readying for university, late 1980s that is, the country’s educational
system had seen a bit of a turn. The Junior and Senior Secondary School, now
Junior and Senior High (JSS and SSS) system was in place.
In primary
schools, geography, history and the likes gave way to social studies and
religious and moral studies. Singing and library periods went out the window
and sports or games had become synonymous with football where it existed. No
more Common Entrance Examinations; after year six pupils shot straight into
Junior Form One on the basis of some dodgy continuous assessment system. Most
significantly schools started around 7.30 am or 8 am and ended anytime between
3pm and 4pm. Lunch was no more possible at home and all the things I did after
school in my primary school days was not possible. You know, little time for
personal reading of just “stuff”, climbing trees, socializing with neighborhood kids etc. It is said the extra hours were necessary for
“extra-curricular” activities or extra lessons. I have never quite understood
that, being “old school” and all. I mean in my time the games or sports and
extra-curricular activities did not require extra time and we still got through
the syllabus! Besides, the time between getting home from school and mother
returning from work was kids’ prime time in which important life’s lessons were
learned!
The new
system also meant Inter-College (inter-co) sporting showdowns with all the
“jama” suffered setbacks in secondary schools because the 7 year system was
replaced with a 2-tier 6 year system; the first 3 effectively taken out of the
boarding system and annexed to primary level education.
I carried
out my then mandatory one year national service before university in these
times. My task was to teach French and English in a public JSS only 30 minutes
drive from the country’s capital. After my first week, there was mutual consent
between all stakeholders (myself and the JSS1 and 2 kids I was to teach) that my
purpose was ill-defined. This was because except for about 3 “out of place”
students the rest were starkly illiterate. I mean they could not so much as
recognize the alphabet!
I spent the
entire year of national service teaching the Junior Secondary forms one and two
students the alphabet and to read!
Much later and
closer to now the landscape has an interesting character; nurseries
and kindergartens have waiting lists for taking in little ones some of whom are
yet to be conceived.
5-year old kids
write exams and formally pass out of kindergarten in graduation ceremonies that
universities could learn from.
Remedial schools;
schools that are usually targeted at the Senior High School level examination
and cater to those students who have failed to make grades good enough to take
them to the next level, are increasing so fast that they will soon overtake mainstream
schools by their numbers.
Almost all privately
established schools have rebelled against the public school system at the
primary level and turned back to systems somewhat similar to my type of primary
education. Only this time they are labeled differently; “International”, “Montessori”,
yadah yadah yadah and claim to run the British or American system which the
average middle class citizen prefers (and can afford) for their kid.
“University colleges”
are springing up all over; many of them resembling corner shops.
Many public schools
are scoring 0% (is there such a thing?) in the Junior High School examinations.
Now this is not surprising, my students in my national service days were bound
to do similarly but I never dared to check
So what
accounts for this trajectory in our (non-) education system?
I am looking somewhere between the curricula and teaching methods; school hours
and effective performance monitoring and appropriate resources of course and I
am still smarting at the absence of MY early years experiences in schools.
I was just singing the song "the birds all met to hold a wedding in among the trees so green ... I googled the words got to your article and how much I identify with the article your wrote ... thanks for bring back the memories
ReplyDeletemy pleasure Isaac and thanks for reading
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