Celebrating Mrs. Ogwang’: The Woman Who Schooled Us in Life, Not Just Math

She walked into Ruai Primary School in 1993. Chalk in hand and conviction in heart. And never really left.

One teacher, thirty years, hundreds of lives forever changed.

“But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength… they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” Isaiah 40:31

Meet Mrs. Ogwang’: Teacher of Business Education, English, Maths, Music and PPI. Unlicensed child psychologist. Unofficial nutritionist. And full-time disciplinarian before it was banned by the Kenyan government in 2001.

We visited her on October 12, 2024

*After and Before Mrs. Ogwang’ taught us*

For over three decades, she’s not only given lessons but also shared life itself. Her teachings were packed in humour. They were seasoned with a stern look and garnished with a hymn or two.

From the Hospital Bed to the Chalkboard

In her 30s, Mrs. Ogwang’ was either in the maternity ward or on sick leave.

This happened so frequently that the (very concerned and very male) Headteacher would send elder female teachers to ‘DM’ her. Not in the Instagram way, mind you, but to “encourage” her to consider other options. Thankfully, she didn’t listen. We can’t continue like this! 🤣

Her resilience? Unmatched. Her attendance? Impeccable. Her discipline? Biblical.

She clung faithfully to “Spare the rod and spoil the child.” Many of us are still walking straight because of it.

The worst punishment? Frog-jumping on gravel for being late.

Some pupils arrived early just to avoid rehab. She insists that the 2001 ban on caning was the beginning of Kenya’s moral decline. Her argument? “Today’s children will trample on your head if you let them!” 🤭

More Than a Teacher

Behind the tough-love exterior beat the heart of a true nurturer.

She sheltered needy pupils. Carried lunch for the hungry. And smuggled dignity into homes where none existed. While others spoke of fighting poverty, she lived it. One lunchbox and bedtime story at a time.

Today, she teaches our children, long after she taught us.

She’s gone from teacher to Grand-Teacher. This is proof that legacy isn’t what you leave for people. Instead, it is what you leave in them.

*Our children gift her a memorable photo collage*

If you gave her a million shillings today, she’d pay off loans. She’d also build a flat. Because even heroes have bills. 🤣

A Love That Schooled Us Too

She is married to Mr. Ogwang’. A tall, stately man she fell in love with because of his basketball height. He, in turn, was enchanted by her… let’s call it disciplinary charm.

Together, they raised four children. And an uncountable number of adopted ones. They are living proof that love isn’t a scam. Even if life sometimes is.

Yesterday, we, her grown-up former pupils, sat around her like the mischievous children we once were. We laughed. We sang her favorite Luo hymn:

“Jehovah achiel kende, manya kanene jiduto lamo Jehovah.”

(Translation: Go ask a Luo 😅)

We walked down memory lane and realized: Home isn’t a place. Sometimes, it’s a person. And for many of us, that person is Mrs. Ogwang’.

So, Here’s to You, Mwalimu…

You shaped minds. Straightened backs. Fed stomachs. And planted faith. Your chalk dust still lingers in our lungs. And we’re grateful for every breath.

*Tokens of appreciation: a portrait and gift envelope*

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💬 I’d Love to Hear From You!

Do you have a memorable story, lesson, or laugh shared with Mrs. Ogwang’? Or a teacher who shaped your life?

Drop it in the comments below! Let’s honor the unsung heroes who raised us with rulers, rhymes, and relentless love.

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Joseph Ngaara is inspired by people’s life experiences. Do you have an intriguing life story and need to share your triumph or tragedy? Email: j.mungai@hotmail.co.uk