Maziwa ya Nyayo

Whenever the truck bringing crates of 'maziwa ya Nyayo' rolled into the school compound, squeals of delight interrupted the lesson and indeed, the entire school turned its focus to the distribution and drinking of 'maziwa ya nyayo'. Corruption was rife with prefects, teachers and upper primary kids stashing away more packets for themselves, some for drinking and in the case of teachers, some for making tea at home.

My friends from mixed primos tell me that the boys only wanted packets with the image of boys playing boxing, while girls only wanted packets with an image of girls playing netball. It was very embarrassing if you got a packet with an image of the opposite sex and one could even cry or be teased about it. I hear that in certain schools, smashing packets of 'maziwa ya nyayo' on the heads of classmates was a sport of great delight.

Alas! Those days are gone... or are they? Rumour has it that the school milk program may be reintroduced. Perhaps this time they will call it 'maziwa ya kibz'.