As I continue my tour around the school with “Pimp Daddy Principal”, I see a number of other classes. He shows me a P6 class who welcomes me with the now familiar “GOOD MORNING MY GUEST, WELCOME TO MRS. JONES P6 CLASS. YOU ARE WELCOME MY GUEST”. The teacher recognizes that I’m not from around Juba, and asks me to tell the class where I am from. She is in the middle of teaching geography. I tell her I am from Canada, so she pulls down a roll up map that is on the wall. The roll up map is torn and only shows Newfoundland, and a tiny part of eastern United States. I end up drawing a crude representation of Canada on the board for them. The map is so old, it still has the eastern block countries as USSR, and many African countries are named incorrectly with improper boarder locations. The children do not have atlas or text books in the class but madly take notes. I talk for a few minutes to the class about Canada, and the children ask a few questions. They did understand it is cold there, but thought I snowed year around. There big concern was what kids in Canada did when there was snow on the ground. No child in this class has ever seen snow and only some have seen pictures of it.
I continue my tour, as I go by the window of a class room of P2 children (Grade 2), I see a kid stand up and peek out the window. One kid says a term I have come very familiar with “Kawaja” (name for the white man). Three other kids rush over to see the “Kawaja”. The teacher quickly comes over and gives the instigator a swat on the back of the head. Everyone quickly returns to their seats.
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