Ndejje SS will always remain the best of the best, although up to now some people just cannot comprehend and look at me weirdly whenever I say I’m from Ndejje and can’t stop asking, “Where is Ndejje?”
This to me is the only school in the country which has built a certain esteem among the students that can’t be traced anywhere else. While at school, one had to use the “smart option”, which was English, although most of the students preferred smarter options; which ranged from Runyamusharara for our cousins from the west, to Lunyole for the easterners.
Self esteem was one of the key factors that were emphasised at school, thanks to the dear HM and chaplain’s efforts. This was adopted by everyone, in that it wasn’t strange to find a very young intelligent boy talking utmost nothing to a very attentive audience for close to an hour.
Concerning morals and religion, I will say bravo to Ndejje because the Reverend put in his all to get everyone to church. I remember on certain Sundays when he had to pull up his cassock helm to chase and pump some sense into some people’s heads to go to mass. His efforts are reflected even here at MUK, as in, at St Francis Chapel, Ndejje is well represented.
As for dating and relationships, anything that involved a member of the fairer sex going one on one with a boy would be termed as “dark-cornering”. So, for one to have his way with the fairer sex, he had to call on a friend to escort him because two boys could not “dark-corner” a single girl.
Hugging and holding waists was unacceptable and rare and has had its effects up to university as it’s very uncommon to find a typical Ndejjerian (one who spent six years at the school) hugging or holding a girl’s waist.
So, people out there, if you try to give someone a peck, hug, or hold their hands or waist and they refuse, just know that that’s a Ndejjerian and it’s our culture; we are not “local”.