After my
grandmother Elizabeth’s illness in 1942, she was taken to live with her parents, her
mother Adelaide Se Mkombe ‘Bibi Kongo’, and her father Benedict Saula.
In 1943 her two children began
school. Francis Kitime joined standard 5 at Tosamaganga Middle school. He was tested by being given an English text
book to read. It was a book written by Michael West. Francis chose his favorite story in the book, it was a
story called Farada. He was able to read fluently, ‘Farada Farada where are you
now, if your mother the queen could see you now, how sad she would be’.
Father
Schiolla the Headmaster, was very much impressed he even suggested that Francis
skip standard 5 and 6 and straight away start from standard 7, but his father Mwalimu Raphael, refused.
Francis and his sister had an advantage as both their parents were
teachers they learnt to read English very early, and being able to read English at the time was assumed to be intelligence. His sister Isabela Kitime also started
schooling at the girls school nearby that was under an Italian nun Sister
Clementine.
The two children now quite lonely, their mother being sick and their father a teacher far away gave each other secret names. Fa and Sa, Fa being short for Francis and Sa being short for Isabela. For many years even into their adult hood they continued calling each other by those names.
Francis was given school uniforms with a
number on the shirt pocket it was number 144. That was the number on all his school uniforms that he used
for all the years that he was in that school. The school had a brass band,
Tosamaganga Brass Band, it was started by one of the priests then Father Prina. Father Prina also taught
Chemistry and Physics. Immediately after starting school, Francis joined the
school band, but joining the school band wasn’t straightforward, it only happened
when someone left the band. Then Father Prina would go to each class and examine all the
students, he would ask them to open their mouths and would check their lips and teeth. The day Francis was picked out for the band he was
told by Father Prina, ‘You will play the cornet’. And so he joined the band and learnt how to play the cornet and much later the saxophone.Tosamaganga Band, Francis Kitime standing on the third row third from left holding a trumpet
The school
band would travel to Iringa and play in the British Club during British Public
Holiday. Several times the band went to play in Ifunda a village a few miles from Tosamaganga, it was during the second world war and there was a Polish Refugee
Camp there. Among the Polish Refugees there were some musicians, one of them was a
music Professor who taught the band to play Polka No 1 and Polka no 2. He also
learnt how to play the mandolin and the guitar which they borrowed from Father
Musso another Catholic priest. Him and his friend a Chaga boy whose name was Raphael Ndaskoi would learn how
to play the guitar vamping style in hiding as the priests did not approve that
style of playing.Francis Kitime, front row third from the left holding a mandolin. Father Musso in the middle, next with the guitar is Mr Kambanyuma
Some of his
fellow musicians in the band were Alexander Mtuya who played the bass trumpet,
Joseph Mahiga the trumpet, Henry Dadimba Chaula also played the bass trumpet.
Michael Mtasiwa a very shy student used
to play the cornet, he could play very high notes on the cornet.
I am not astonished by your dad having read English text books so as to impress the Headmaster Father Schiolla though I had no knowledge of him and was not born by then. But that must have been the work of his father Mwalimu Raphael Kitime as that is exactly what happened to me when I was called to read Oxford English course books before standard V pupils at Consolata Primary school while I was in Std II all being from English tuition I received from Mwalimu Raphael Kitime at his house at Makorongoni Iringa after he had already retired. My English impressed the teachers so much and had to be called to read before the senior classes the Oxford English Course Book V to inspire the students to learn better English. Fortunately I happened to be there at his funeral when the body was being taken out of his same house which I used to sit beside him on what was called by then "kiti cha uvivu" while receiving my English tuitions. I confess he was a great teacher and a person of high integrity and respect and will never forget Mwalimu Kitime as we used to call him. God rest his Soul in peace.
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