Nostalgic Reflection

Today, let’s dive into the past, my high school days,
Where wearing well fitting trousers caused quite breach.
Did our teachers not grasp the style game we played?
Or were they in the dark about being well-arrayed?

And what’s the deal with shoes minus any laces?
Seems they wanted to keep us in our places,
But I still ponder why these things led to disgraces.
Kenyan schools, truly unique, in peculiar cases.

Now I’m stuck, contemplating my bygone skills,
My art of seduction, with teenage thrills.
Thinking being nice to a lady was the key,
And yakking ’bout school, our strategy.

I had multiple “relationships” in my claim,
Though I hardly said a thing, just the same.
Believing phone numbers would win a heart,
A pocketful of letters, works of art.

Side hugs, the highlight of a week or more,
We’d boast about them, our trophies to adore.
Holding hands made us feel like kings,
Claiming academic chats had romantic wings.

We conquered hearts with empty pockets and brains,
Unbelievable how we danced without the reins.
So what’s changed, what’s new in the present day?
Is it still the same in the teenage fray?

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