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Satyavan Barot Looking at this page triggered many memories. Specially the item by Manhar Patel. I was also at old Kampala and can clearly recall the experiences that Manhar mentions, I wonder if it is the same person who was in 4D!! And sat the EACE exams in 1971. At old Kampala we had many teachers from UK. Our headmaster was a Mr Jones and later a Mr Gerrad. I remember well walking to the mogo shops by the school and have clear memory of the peanut sellers who used to sell peanuts by the gates. I also remember the school strike!! At old Kampala when all the examination results were cancelled as the papers had been leaked!
The minister of education a Mr abu Mayanja coming to address the students. We were a dynamic lot!!! As shown by our contribution to UK. But those days, those days!!!! I am sure we all miss them specially the friends and memories which were left there on our departure.
Erica Gutierrez, Los Angeles, CA USA - GSP 2002-20 While studying at the University of Kwazulu-Natal, Durban, I lived in Florence Powell, a mostly black dorm. Many students came from the rural areas to study at the university, at times often going back and forth. It was a pleasant home for four months. I witnessed and took part in elections for dorm representatives. Our campus was was set on a hill in a very nice neighborhood. All houses in the area were secured with electrified wire fences. Further down in other neighborhoods, citizens had some very mean-sounding dogs protecting this home. I still can't believe that even South Africa's policing system is privatized. I don't think it is quite as strong as my very own, LAPD!
Perhaps the moments I remember most in South Africa besides talking to local students and trying to get to know people, were the times when I would be woken up by a family of monkeys outside my window. Some students that left there windows open, had some hungry monkeys as visitors, as well. I also recall watching the local Zulu children dance for a group of tourists. They did so with such enthusiasm and bright, warm smiles. It really made me think to myself, this is really Africa!
Manahr Patel, University of Oslo Norway First of all, I was so glad to see the photograph of Mr. Ajaib Singh. It reminds me of my old Kampala secondary school. Secondly, after coming to Norway from Uganda where I am a civil servant and first coloured person to just finished 30 years at the University of Oslo. Back to Uganda I still miss the MOGO of Dejay's after the school. Mapera, Jambuda, Matunda those were the fruits we were eating in the recess. My friends and I use to walk from Salisbury road to Old Kampala School everyday. This was about 4kms each way. The point is we were very active and one cannot compare the life in Europe and East Africa. Working with environmental institute I must inform our East Africans that there was no air pollution at all and it will never be because all the heavy industries are in Europe and Asia. Lastly if we can we should support the people who are suffering from human rights and democracy in Africa. Thanks.
Gurjit Singh Bahra Mr Matharu was my school teacher here in the UK, although my family was also from Kampala Uganda.
I was born in Kampala - Uganda but have very few memories as I was 7 when we came to the UK. But I do remember the weather, the home we left behind and the Ed Clay hockey pitch near our house.
Our grandfather first settled in Uganda after the Second World War in which he was a Sergeant in electrical core. My father then joined him with his brother in the early fifties.
Pankaj Sthankiya, Canada I was born and raised in Uganda until the age of 16. I studied and lived with parents in Jinja Uganda. Then I went to India for further studies. While growing up in Uganda I remember the freedom we had. British government lets our Asians communities to prosper. During diwali celebrations we could stay up all night and burst fire crackers. Uganda was heaven and security blanket to me. I now live in Toronto in Canada. We were Ugandan citizens and so we were not going to leave, but when the army guys pointed guns to our heads we had to leave Uganda. My dad was working for Madhvani and he was head of the finance. They wanted to know ins and outs of the Madvani foreign dealings. I do miss my Africa.
Panna Mawji, Leicester I had to leave Uganda, East Africa when Idi Amin told all the Asians to leave the country within 90 days. I was 13yrs old then. We had beautiful big house with 3 servants, surrounded by mango trees in our garden, having a ride on the motorbike while going to school through the sugarcane fields as my dad was a supervisor. When we were leaving the border of Kampala that was the worst moment has is was scary military people checking our suitcases, checking us we couldn’t say anything talk to anyone we were all praying to god for our safety and then finally we were all at the Airport read to Leave my birth country sad? I would like to take my children their one day.
Nishma Shah, London Reading Kamlesh's story brought back a lot great of memories for me, like him, i was also born in Kenya, as my parents migrated there from Gujerat,India in the mid 60s,and then to the U.K in the 70s. I have fond memories of the amazing wildlife in Nairobi, and the fun times spent as a care free child playing in the streets! My connection with Kenya has remained strong, barely a week goes by without me preparing some kind of mogo(cassava)dish at home for dinner!
Read what others have said..
Satyavan Barot
Looking at this page triggered many memories. Specially the item by Manhar Patel. I was also at old Kampala and can clearly recall the experiences that Manhar mentions, I wonder if it is the same person who was in 4D!! And sat the EACE exams in 1971. At old Kampala we had many teachers from UK. Our headmaster was a Mr Jones and later a Mr Gerrad. I remember well walking to the mogo shops by the school and have clear memory of the peanut sellers who used to sell peanuts by the gates. I also remember the school strike!! At old Kampala when all the examination results were cancelled as the papers had been leaked! The minister of education a Mr abu Mayanja coming to address the students. We were a dynamic lot!!! As shown by our contribution to UK. But those days, those days!!!! I am sure we all miss them specially the friends and memories which were left there on our departure.
Erica Gutierrez, Los Angeles, CA USA - GSP 2002-20
While studying at the University of Kwazulu-Natal, Durban, I lived in Florence Powell, a mostly black dorm. Many students came from the rural areas to study at the university, at times often going back and forth. It was a pleasant home for four months. I witnessed and took part in elections for dorm representatives. Our campus was was set on a hill in a very nice neighborhood. All houses in the area were secured with electrified wire fences. Further down in other neighborhoods, citizens had some very mean-sounding dogs protecting this home. I still can't believe that even South Africa's policing system is privatized. I don't think it is quite as strong as my very own, LAPD! Perhaps the moments I remember most in South Africa besides talking to local students and trying to get to know people, were the times when I would be woken up by a family of monkeys outside my window. Some students that left there windows open, had some hungry monkeys as visitors, as well. I also recall watching the local Zulu children dance for a group of tourists. They did so with such enthusiasm and bright, warm smiles. It really made me think to myself, this is really Africa!
Manahr Patel, University of Oslo Norway
First of all, I was so glad to see the photograph of Mr. Ajaib Singh. It reminds me of my old Kampala secondary school. Secondly, after coming to Norway from Uganda where I am a civil servant and first coloured person to just finished 30 years at the University of Oslo. Back to Uganda I still miss the MOGO of Dejay's after the school. Mapera, Jambuda, Matunda those were the fruits we were eating in the recess. My friends and I use to walk from Salisbury road to Old Kampala School everyday. This was about 4kms each way. The point is we were very active and one cannot compare the life in Europe and East Africa. Working with environmental institute I must inform our East Africans that there was no air pollution at all and it will never be because all the heavy industries are in Europe and Asia. Lastly if we can we should support the people who are suffering from human rights and democracy in Africa. Thanks.
Gurjit Singh Bahra
Mr Matharu was my school teacher here in the UK, although my family was also from Kampala Uganda. I was born in Kampala - Uganda but have very few memories as I was 7 when we came to the UK. But I do remember the weather, the home we left behind and the Ed Clay hockey pitch near our house. Our grandfather first settled in Uganda after the Second World War in which he was a Sergeant in electrical core. My father then joined him with his brother in the early fifties.
Pankaj Sthankiya, Canada
I was born and raised in Uganda until the age of 16. I studied and lived with parents in Jinja Uganda. Then I went to India for further studies. While growing up in Uganda I remember the freedom we had. British government lets our Asians communities to prosper. During diwali celebrations we could stay up all night and burst fire crackers. Uganda was heaven and security blanket to me. I now live in Toronto in Canada. We were Ugandan citizens and so we were not going to leave, but when the army guys pointed guns to our heads we had to leave Uganda. My dad was working for Madhvani and he was head of the finance. They wanted to know ins and outs of the Madvani foreign dealings. I do miss my Africa.
Panna Mawji, Leicester
I had to leave Uganda, East Africa when Idi Amin told all the Asians to leave the country within 90 days. I was 13yrs old then. We had beautiful big house with 3 servants, surrounded by mango trees in our garden, having a ride on the motorbike while going to school through the sugarcane fields as my dad was a supervisor. When we were leaving the border of Kampala that was the worst moment has is was scary military people checking our suitcases, checking us we couldn’t say anything talk to anyone we were all praying to god for our safety and then finally we were all at the Airport read to Leave my birth country sad? I would like to take my children their one day.
Nishma Shah, London
Reading Kamlesh's story brought back a lot great of memories for me, like him, i was also born in Kenya, as my parents migrated there from Gujerat,India in the mid 60s,and then to the U.K in the 70s. I have fond memories of the amazing wildlife in Nairobi, and the fun times spent as a care free child playing in the streets! My connection with Kenya has remained strong, barely a week goes by without me preparing some kind of mogo(cassava)dish at home for dinner!