Inside a Masai Mara School – VII

Experiencing a Masai Mara School : A Short Detour

We had our fill of African Safari Game viewing inside Masai Mara for the last two days and a half. Now it is time for us to be heading back to our Eco camp and on our way we took a short detour in order to visit a neighboring Masai school. We met the Vice -principal, (since the principal was away) and he spoke about the students, their backgrounds, the school, about the teachers and also about the grants and aids that ran the school. The Principal’s office was decorated nicely with charts and graphs illustrating the school’s progress. My wife, herself a teacher, was interested to join a class. So me, my wife and our 9 year old participated in a knowledge exchange session with the students of grade 5. The children were excited to see us and we answered questions about our families, where we came from, how we reached, how our modern life was, our practices and customs, how the schools in our country were, what they studied in their school and so on.

School at Masai Mara :
A Mara School

It was a thrilling and enriching experience. Later we met a few of their teachers too.  During our conversion with the mara school staff we found that many of these children walk around 3 – 5 kilometers to joinn school everyday, a feat which can only be dreamt of. I mean, I wouldnt walk more than a hundred meters inside the famed Masai Mara by myself. Hats off to these little children from the different Mar tribes, fighting an uphill life stream. They are the future of Kenya.

This is the 7th part of a 7 part travelogue on Masai Mara. You can follow the article from the beginning, here.

Kwaheri Mara !!



Mother and Baby girafee
Herd of Giraffes

This marked the end of our Mara trip. On our way back we checked in the local grocery store, bought a few necessities, went back to the camp to pack our bags and had a light lunch. We bade goodbye to Kantaai who drove us to one end of the wildlife Reserve, and then Lawrence our driver took over. We crossed the Reserve gates where they took note of our departure. Herds of gazelles and zebras looked at us with sad eyes, and so did the occasional giraffes and elephants as we bade adieu to Masai Mara.

What still remains bright in my mind is the spectacle of a Masai warrior, with his sinewy   upright frame, scalp-cropped curly hair and dark ebony skin, draped in his red cloth standing guard, erect, with spear in his hand and the lush savannahs in the background. Thanks Mara, as it is fondly called, you will always remain special in our hearts.