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KCPE RESULTS 2013

The Kenya Certificate of Primary Education results for class of 2013 released  today on Tuesday, 31st at Mitihani House here in Nairobi. There is a group of candidates that am really thinking about on this day.
Those pupils with LEARNING DISABILITIES who are yet to be identified by our education system.
This is that boy or girl who cannot remember the last time he was not last in their class or the last time he was not punished for having incomplete homework. More often than not, we will be quick to dismiss this child as being lazy, naughty or just plain stupid.
We fail to notice that this child is the one who sits the longest at the study table doing their homework but that does not mean that they will have completed it come morning since this child needs a bit more time to tackle each task and being given 30 questions from each subject as homework everyday in addition to the composition and insha does not help. This child will always be the first to get to school in the morning and they are very attentive while in class but the constant taunting from their teachers about their poor performance or the endless teasing from their classmates who have probably caught up in class due to repeating classes eats at their esteem more than we can ever know.
You might have seen that boy who is always drawing very impressive sketches of their teachers while they teach instead of listening to the teacher and gets a good thrashing when caught but he still draws since it is the only thing they can do really well, but it is only viewed as misbehavior and their talent is not nurtured, that's the child am talking about.
This child will probably perform dismally in the KCPE and the results come next week will seem like a death sentence for them since their marks might be too low to gain them entry to secondary school.
Their parents will be heartbroken because they are now worried about the example that their firstborn son/daughter is setting for their younger sisters and brothers.
They might even contemplate looking for a house-help's job for their daughter since they don't think it is a worthy investment to take her to high school.
Another parent who cares about how the society will view them if their child drops out at class Eight will take them to a school so that they can "grow".
But if we were to listen to these children, we would notice that they might be very glad if they were enrolled to vocational centres/youth polytechnics where they get skills in tailoring, electronics, carpentry, masonry, interior decoration and hair dressing among others.
So as we receive the results, lets not be so quick to judge that daughter, son, niece, nephew or neighbour who is not too enthusiastic to tell us how many marks they scored. Listen to what they have to say. I will echo the words of Prof. Sudahttp://www.scienceandtechnology.go.ke/index.php/2012-01-24-08-02-05/permanent-secretary, whether the child gets 400/500 or 100/500, appreciate them.
Cheers as we receive the results.

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