Simba No More: Mr. Muhia, the Deputy Who Disciplined and Defined Us


From fan belt to faith. The unforgettable journey of a teacher who whipped and shaped us.

Back in the day, he was known simply and fearfully, as Simba.

Not because he had a majestic mane or roared melodically. But because when Mr. Muhia raised that infamous fan belt, the entire school stood still.

He wasn’t just our Deputy Head Teacher. He was the enforcer. The storm. The man whose footsteps could rearrange your moral compass.

Mr. Muhia (4th left, seated): roaring among the teachers (1993)

We gathered around him. Not trembling this time, but laughing.

The man helped shape our childhood with firm hands. Believe it or not, he had a soft heart. It was buried under years of schoolboy fear.

Mr. Muhia (1st right) on a school trip

From 1976, Mr. Muhia served Ruai Primary School for 20 unwavering years, before being transferred in 1996.

Mr. Muhia (3rd left, standing): warming up the lion (1976)

Apparently, when chaos broke loose in Kayole schools, the Ministry of Education had one solution: “Send in Simba.” He wasn’t just a teacher; he was educational riot control.

Teaching wasn’t his first love. He could have made a fine policeman. We all nod in agreement.

The evidence was in those fan belt lashes. But once he put on the chalk-stained coat of a teacher, he wore it with conviction.

And time, it seems, has done its mellowing work. In our visit, Mr. Muhia was more sage than Simba. He spoke gently. He listened deeply. He even joked about the days when discipline meant pain.

If he could go back. He says, he’d listen more and react less.

And somewhere in that simple reflection lies a powerful lesson. The man we once feared now teaches, not with punishment, but perspective.

From “Whip them into shape” to “Pass the chapati, please.”

He’s traded in the fan belt for faith. He found Christ in his later years. And with that, a new kind of strength.

A different kind of roar: Mr. Muhia speaks of grace, growth, and God.

As we shared stories, laughter, and steaming plates of home-cooked food, we realized we weren’t just visiting a former teacher.

We were honoring a craftsman of character.

Niletee Maua nikiwa hai

A small token of thanks. It couldn’t possibly match what he gave us. But when we handed it over, his smile said everything.

Gratitude, mutual respect, and a deep knowing: it was all worth it. Life has come full circle.

The man we once dreaded became the man we deeply admire. We may have walked into his office trembling, but we walked out better for it.

Sisters, unafraid of the Sage Simba

For the tough love. For the second chances. For proving that the fiercest lions can become the wisest elders.

“I was young… now I am old…” Psalm 37:25. And in between, we had you.

No longer pupils: just grateful people, returning to say, “Asante.”

👉 Click the links above or check the “Alumni Stories” category on my blog.

Did you have a “Simba” at your former school? That unforgettable teacher who shaped you with discipline, wisdom, or humor?

Share your memories below. Whether they made you laugh, cry, or grow. Let’s celebrate the teachers who helped write our life stories. 👇🏽

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Published by Joseph Ngaara

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