Thirty-two students, four teachers and one principal form Brooklynn High School. All members of this school community share one unifying connection. What constitutes the school building are structures dotting a small plot of land. What hits a visitor instantly on meeting and interacting with this small school community is their spirit. You can dispossess a human being of material, but you cannot dispossess them of their spirit. Dagoretti, a constituency covering an area of 39km2, is primarilya low-income community. Just like in many low-income urban areas, access to education is still a problem. Although free schooling programme succeeded in bringing nearly a million new students to school, more than a million school-going age children in urban slums are not in schools.
Justus Ngotho, indeed, has given direction on what can be done to salvage the disparate situation for the deprived people of Dagoretti. He belongs to a class of brave, self-sacrificing and resolute young people who can audaciously wrap their hands around colossal tasks. At the age of 28, Ngotho has proved the ability of the young people in this country to rise to the occasion, and with limited resources forge ahead in order to bring change to the people around them. Ngotho is the founding principal of Brooklyn High, a low cost school in Ruthimitu at Dagoretti Corner.
Ngotho radiates a warm smile as he goes on to explain the thrust that propelled him to start the school. His humble background is the major force behind his desire to set up a school for the needy. While growing up, Justus was often forced by the social state of affairs to do casual labour. Despite the fact that he was too young, he would fetch water for people or collect firewood for sale.
His father deserted the family leaving his wife to take care of the children single-handedly. At age 11, Justus dropped out of school in order to work to support his mother and sisters. He got a job as a herds boy earning a paltry ksh250 per month. A year later, his head teacher at Kyuso primary school intervened and Justus went back to school. He scored 490 marks out of a possible 700 in the Kenya Certificate of Primary Education (KCPE).
After his primary education he searched for his absentee father.
He wanted him to pay for his secondary school fees; his mother was unable to afford it. He found his father and they lived together for sometime. He was unable to feed him. He often slept hungry. His father could not bear this; he left for good.
His saving grace came in form of Pastor Enos Ouma who runs the Dagoretti corner rehabilitation centre (DCRC). Pastor Ouma offered to educate him. Justus enrolled at the Kenya College and secondary school on Accra Road in 1996. He then transferred to Ruthimitu High School where he sat for KCSE and scored a C+.
Justus got a job with Lonrho motors as a messenger but the company went under receivership in 2003 rendering him jobless. “I made some money taking photographs with a camera I bought earlier. I had trained myself as a graphic designer something that enabled me to print campaign materials for political aspirants for Emuhaya and Kisumu rural during the 2007 general elections.” This he says brought in good money. He felt a great urge to start a school, which could cater for the less fortunate unable to afford the cost of secondary education.
Brooklyn High School in Gachui at Dagoretti market opened its doors for students a year ago. Currently it has 32 students in Forms 1 and 2. The students pay kshs 900 a month for the running the school. One of his younger sisters is a Form one student at the school where he also doubles as an English teacher.
“We have only four teachers who are volunteers but we share the little that is left after we meet all the school expenses. The performance is good because the teachers are very committed, for instance, last year’s Form One class had more than half of the students scoring C and above. We know the family background of each student and we treat them with understanding. There is a girl who came from an academy in Kikuyu and didn’t know how to read, but today she is one of the top performers. These children deserve every opportunity to prove their worth to the world. My dream is that in ten years I should have built a huge educational complex with boarding facilities, and labs for over 1000 needy and neglected children in this country.”
As Education Insight interviewed the principal, two teachers joined us in the office after completing their morning lessons. One of the teachers, Anthony Ngugi who teaches chemistry, history and CRE, said “I work here as a volunteer, everyday I see myself in each one of these students, I can relate their stories to mine. I come from a needy background, was formerly at Kikuyu High School where I got a B plain in my KCSE exams. I would like this place to inspire other young people.” Justus is not only a principal here, but a role model to his students.
Peter Kamau teaches math and physics at the school. He says his first year was a challenge because there were no students. However, Justus was patient and kept them motivated. Kamau is a BA Economics graduate of Maseno university.
“The government should consider those students who cannot afford to pay fees at all. A different policy should be enacted for students such as these. Our education system needs a complete overhaul - I desire to see a situation where you can put what you learn into practice. Free education should mean something to those who lack resources; we should have the needy assisted, that’s the only way we can move ahead,” Justus vehemently says.
The biggest challenge at Dagoretti are firstly, the Kichinjio (slaughter house) at the market place that is a distraction to the students; secondly, the family breakdown. According to Justus, once the youth leave school they only think about one thing and that’s working at the Kichinjio.
My greatest inspiration comes from God, secondly my mother Joyce Ndululu who is the best thing that ever happened to me, her strength and perseverance is a great gift to me. Am also inspired by Microsoft’s Bill Gates,” says Justus.
THIS WAS PUBLISHED BY A KENYAN MAGAZINE CALLED, EDUCATION INSIGHT IN 2009. GOD HAS BLESSED US SO MUCH AND I AM ETERNALLY GRATEFUL. YOU CAN CONTACT ME ON +254722452336
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
FORM ONE ADMISSION 2010
Admission for form one and two is still going on. We have so far admitted 50 form ones and we hope to admit more before then end of the year. In the mean time, we are looking for a bigger compound where we can accommodate more students as well as have fields for games, if you know of any place, at least three acres, near a main road, you can call me on +254 722452336. God bless you and thank you for your prayers and good wishes.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
END YEAR EXAM RESULTS
BROOKLYNN HIGH SCHOOL
FORM ONE 2009
END OF THE YEAR EXAMINATION RESULTS
Motto: In Search of Excellence
ADM. NO STUDENT'S NAME TOTAL GRADE POSITION
0023 CHRISTOPHER NGUMBI 826 A 1
0059 DAVID MACHARIA 769 A - 2
0048 PETER MUTUKU 702 B 3
0058 PETER KAGIRI 679 B 4
0038 GRACE NJERI 647 B - 5
0016 LAVINE NASIKE 628 B - 6
0014 JENIFFER MWENDE 606 B - 7
0011 EDWARD MOGIRE 603 B - 8
0022 KEVIN KARIGI 581 C + 9
0009 FRANCISCA MUTINDI 539 C 10
0007 OWEN NJOROGE 511 C 11
0063 HANNAH WANJIRU 493 C 12
0042 JOHN GACHANJA 487 C - 13
0046 ALICE WANJIRU 438 C - 14
0033 MARY MBAIRE 407 D + 15
0055 JOYCE MUTHONI 380 D + 16
0024 OSCAR IMBENZI 335 D 17
0026 IRENE AKINYI 326 D 18
0028 BEATRICE WANGUI 320 D - 19
0035 JANE WAMBUI 315 D - 20
0013 DEVIS MAWASI 314 D - 21
0065 ISAIAH OKINYI 309 D - 22
0047 SAMUEL NGIGE 299 D - 23
0015 VIRGINIA NJOKI 270 D - 24
0030 HANNAH WAMBUI 268 E 25
0045 WINNIE WANJIKU 251 E 26
0034 SUSAN MUNJIRU 246 E 27
0021 RICHARD KANYUA 239 E 28
0020 ISMAIL ABDI 236 E 29
0056 LILIAN NYAMBUTU 235 E 30
0006 JAMES MOMANYI 216 E 31
0043 PAUL MBUGUA 206 E 32
0017 DENNIS KARANI 205 E 33
0057 SAMMY KANJA 203 E 34
0066 FLORAH NYAMBURA 195 E 35
0051 JOHN KAMAU 185 E 36
0061 FRANCIS NG'ANG'A 179 E 37
0060 JENIFFER NAKADON 177 E 38
'0037 ANTHONY KIARIE 176 E 39
0012 EPHRAIM KURIA 173 E 40
0054 ESTHER WANJIKU 168 E 41
0010 JOSEPH NDIVA 156 E 42
0008 ASMAN SAIDI 138 E 43
0044 GEOFFREY KIMANI 123 E 44
0018 TIMOTHY THIANI 113 E 45
0053 LUCY MUTHONI 102 E 46
0062 HANNAH NUNGARI 64 E 47
FORM ONE 2009
END OF THE YEAR EXAMINATION RESULTS
Motto: In Search of Excellence
ADM. NO STUDENT'S NAME TOTAL GRADE POSITION
0023 CHRISTOPHER NGUMBI 826 A 1
0059 DAVID MACHARIA 769 A - 2
0048 PETER MUTUKU 702 B 3
0058 PETER KAGIRI 679 B 4
0038 GRACE NJERI 647 B - 5
0016 LAVINE NASIKE 628 B - 6
0014 JENIFFER MWENDE 606 B - 7
0011 EDWARD MOGIRE 603 B - 8
0022 KEVIN KARIGI 581 C + 9
0009 FRANCISCA MUTINDI 539 C 10
0007 OWEN NJOROGE 511 C 11
0063 HANNAH WANJIRU 493 C 12
0042 JOHN GACHANJA 487 C - 13
0046 ALICE WANJIRU 438 C - 14
0033 MARY MBAIRE 407 D + 15
0055 JOYCE MUTHONI 380 D + 16
0024 OSCAR IMBENZI 335 D 17
0026 IRENE AKINYI 326 D 18
0028 BEATRICE WANGUI 320 D - 19
0035 JANE WAMBUI 315 D - 20
0013 DEVIS MAWASI 314 D - 21
0065 ISAIAH OKINYI 309 D - 22
0047 SAMUEL NGIGE 299 D - 23
0015 VIRGINIA NJOKI 270 D - 24
0030 HANNAH WAMBUI 268 E 25
0045 WINNIE WANJIKU 251 E 26
0034 SUSAN MUNJIRU 246 E 27
0021 RICHARD KANYUA 239 E 28
0020 ISMAIL ABDI 236 E 29
0056 LILIAN NYAMBUTU 235 E 30
0006 JAMES MOMANYI 216 E 31
0043 PAUL MBUGUA 206 E 32
0017 DENNIS KARANI 205 E 33
0057 SAMMY KANJA 203 E 34
0066 FLORAH NYAMBURA 195 E 35
0051 JOHN KAMAU 185 E 36
0061 FRANCIS NG'ANG'A 179 E 37
0060 JENIFFER NAKADON 177 E 38
'0037 ANTHONY KIARIE 176 E 39
0012 EPHRAIM KURIA 173 E 40
0054 ESTHER WANJIKU 168 E 41
0010 JOSEPH NDIVA 156 E 42
0008 ASMAN SAIDI 138 E 43
0044 GEOFFREY KIMANI 123 E 44
0018 TIMOTHY THIANI 113 E 45
0053 LUCY MUTHONI 102 E 46
0062 HANNAH NUNGARI 64 E 47
MY REAL LIFE (story was in Nation Neswpaper on 8/4/09
‘Abandoned by my dad twice!’
Justus Ngotho.
By MILLICENT MWOLOLOPosted Tuesday, April 7 2009 at 16:33
“The last childhood memory I have of my father was the evening he came home bearing a gift for me – a brand new Kaunda suit.
It was 1987 and I was in Standard One but I still remember my excitement because this was my very first suit. But shortly afterwards, Dad left our home in Kitulani village, Mwingi South, for Nairobi. At least, that’s what my mother told me whenever I asked.
He never came home to see us even once, but neighbours who visited Nairobi would tell me about having met him in the city. Others would describe how he ducked in the moving crowds of the city streets to avoid meeting them.
Sometimes he was spotted him at construction sites, which made sense because he was a mason. But what worried me most was that none of these people could say when, or if, he was coming home again. And none of them delivered any money or goodies from him. That is what pained me most.
With time, I pushed him out of my thoughts because of the pain in my heart. It was very difficult to watch my mother working like a donkey tilling other people’s farms to earn a pittance, yet there was a husband and father somewhere out there.
As the first child, it wasn’t long before I had to join Mum as a casual labourer on the farms. My two younger sisters would help with the household chores as they were too young to be involved in that kind of labour.
This meant I was often forced to stop going to school. In most cases, when I was not tilling, I would be fetching water for people or collecting firewood for sale.
When I got older, I started looking for sisal and helping my mother to make ropes and baskets for sale. In 1992, when I was 11, there was a terrible famine and I was forced to drop out of school to look for work that would put food on the table.
I got a job as a herder earning Sh250 per month(6 dollars) It was good money for me then and went a long way in helping my mother.
But this did not go down too well with the head teacher at Kitulani Primary School because I was considered one of the bright pupils. He kept urging me to go back to school and about a year later, I did, and sat for my Kenya Certificate of Primary Education (KCPE) exams in 1994. I scored 490 marks out of a possible 700.
It was a bitter-sweet experience for my mother – she was proud of my performance but it was clear she could not afford to send me to secondary school.
Construction and welding
So instead she sent me to Nairobi, in late 1995, to look for my father in the hope that he would either take me to school or enroll me in a construction and welding course. Word had reached us that he was living in Wanyee by this time. Luckily, one of our neighbours who lived in Wanyee had come to the village and so I travelled to the city with him.
It was very obvious that I was an unexpected visitor in my father’s one-roomed wooden house but I decided to swallow my bitterness to avoid clashing with him.
I spent that and the following nights on the floor as realisation dawned that things were not about to get any better for me. I went without food on most days as my father drank away all his earnings. He would disappear for days and then return drunk and empty-handed
I decided to fend for myself and on a good day, I would find work as a casual labourer on construction sites. I was barely 16 and this presented a challenge as most employers said I was under-age.
I yearned for the day I would turn 18 and own a national identity card. Still, with a daily pay of Sh50 I was able to buy food and even save a little money that I would then send to Mum through our neighbour.
When Dad could not stand my presence any longer, he got up and left without a word to me, just like the first time. At first I thought he was out on one of his drinking sprees but when he took longer than usual to return, I became suspicious. I had not managed to find work for days and the hunger was severe.
Then the landlord came told me to move out since my dad had left. I cried myself hoarse as I lay on my sack. It looked like the only option open to me now was a life on the streets.
Sent an angel
I am forever grateful that God did not abandon me. I believe He sent an angel in the form of Pastor Enos Oumo, who was making house calls at that time and found me in the little room. I told him my story and he invited me to go with him to the nearby Dagoretti Corner Rehabilitation Centre (DCRC), which he ran.
My first few days at the centre were simply wonderful. I ate well and was able to have a regular bath and change my clothes!
It was a totally different kind of life from what I was used to. I also got born-again and soon after started entertaining thoughts of forgiving my father, the man for whom I blamed all my problems. That was the beginning of a very long and painful journey for me, but the counseling I received at the centre helped greatly.
DCRC offered to educate me and I enrolled in Form One at the Kenyan College and Secondary School on Accra Road, Nairobi, in 1996. But the centre had no sponsor to pay my fees and I was often sent away from school.
In 1997, I got sponsorship and joined Ruthimitu High School in Form Two. Unfortunately, following a misunderstanding with the administration at DCRC, I left and moved in with one of the school workers until I finished Form Four.
I had made friends with a family whose daughter was a secretary at the school. The family accommodated me in 2000, when I got a job as a messenger with the then Lonrho Motors. They were good to me and treated me like a son.
In 2003, the company went under and I lost my job. I made money taking photographs with a camera I had bought when I had a job. I also helped businessmen with shops on Nairobi’s River Road to print T-shirts, caps and other materials.
In 2007, I saw a great opportunity to print campaign material for some politicians before the General Elections. This brought in good money and as I looked into investment opportunities, I felt a great calling to start a school for students whose parents could not afford secondary school education.
That is how Brooklynn High School in Gachui at Dagoretti market was born last year. I decided that students would pay Sh900 a month that would go towards running the school.
I have 48 students enrolled in Forms One and Two. One of my younger sisters is a Form One student at the school, but the other one dropped out early in life. The youngest is in Standard Six
My long-term plan is to have a school where bright needy students can learn for free. If I had had access to such an opportunity, I would not have had to endure all that pain.
Spotted in Ruai
Last year I managed to get hold of my father after hearing he had been spotted in Ruai. I made several trips before I finally caught up with him. At 54, he looked very old and exhausted with life.
He was very shocked to see me and wept for about five minutes as guilt engulfed him. I said I had forgiven him and suggested he should go back home. It was a very emotional reunion that re-ignited all the hurt that had lain buried in my heart since childhood.
I remembered how painful it was for me to hear other boys talking about their fathers as we played football in the village school all those years ago.
I recalled the years of struggle I experienced in 1992 to ensure the family survived the famine, and the bitterness I felt as a teenager watching my father drink while poverty and hunger consumed the family.
All these memories flashed through my mind and the pain was as raw as if everything had happened yesterday. I wept even more than he did and we agreed to meet at the bus station the following Saturday.
I called my mother and other relatives back at home and they all expressed eagerness to see our lost and found dad. That Saturday, we met as agreed and I sent him home with gifts of clothes, money and food for the family.
I try very hard not to blame my father, but I can’t help thinking that if his presence had been felt in the family, even if he was idle and penniless, it would have made a huge difference to his children.
I badly missed having a father figure and a role model to guide me through life. But although I have forgiven him, he is yet to make peace with my sisters.
I often dream about being the best dad on earth and can’t wait for that time to come. I intend to be there for my children always because I would never want them to relive my experiences.
I have also realised how much I hate alcohol, which I associate with sleeping hungry for days on end. My father has been away for 21 years and it has taken me 13 years to forgive him. No child on earth deserves such an experience.
Published on Daily Nation on 8th april 2009
www.nation.co.ke/justus
Please Contact us
brooklynnhighschool@yahoo.com
www.brooklynnhighschool.blogspot.com
Telephone +254 722452336
NAIROBI
KENYA
Justus Ngotho.
By MILLICENT MWOLOLOPosted Tuesday, April 7 2009 at 16:33
“The last childhood memory I have of my father was the evening he came home bearing a gift for me – a brand new Kaunda suit.
It was 1987 and I was in Standard One but I still remember my excitement because this was my very first suit. But shortly afterwards, Dad left our home in Kitulani village, Mwingi South, for Nairobi. At least, that’s what my mother told me whenever I asked.
He never came home to see us even once, but neighbours who visited Nairobi would tell me about having met him in the city. Others would describe how he ducked in the moving crowds of the city streets to avoid meeting them.
Sometimes he was spotted him at construction sites, which made sense because he was a mason. But what worried me most was that none of these people could say when, or if, he was coming home again. And none of them delivered any money or goodies from him. That is what pained me most.
With time, I pushed him out of my thoughts because of the pain in my heart. It was very difficult to watch my mother working like a donkey tilling other people’s farms to earn a pittance, yet there was a husband and father somewhere out there.
As the first child, it wasn’t long before I had to join Mum as a casual labourer on the farms. My two younger sisters would help with the household chores as they were too young to be involved in that kind of labour.
This meant I was often forced to stop going to school. In most cases, when I was not tilling, I would be fetching water for people or collecting firewood for sale.
When I got older, I started looking for sisal and helping my mother to make ropes and baskets for sale. In 1992, when I was 11, there was a terrible famine and I was forced to drop out of school to look for work that would put food on the table.
I got a job as a herder earning Sh250 per month(6 dollars) It was good money for me then and went a long way in helping my mother.
But this did not go down too well with the head teacher at Kitulani Primary School because I was considered one of the bright pupils. He kept urging me to go back to school and about a year later, I did, and sat for my Kenya Certificate of Primary Education (KCPE) exams in 1994. I scored 490 marks out of a possible 700.
It was a bitter-sweet experience for my mother – she was proud of my performance but it was clear she could not afford to send me to secondary school.
Construction and welding
So instead she sent me to Nairobi, in late 1995, to look for my father in the hope that he would either take me to school or enroll me in a construction and welding course. Word had reached us that he was living in Wanyee by this time. Luckily, one of our neighbours who lived in Wanyee had come to the village and so I travelled to the city with him.
It was very obvious that I was an unexpected visitor in my father’s one-roomed wooden house but I decided to swallow my bitterness to avoid clashing with him.
I spent that and the following nights on the floor as realisation dawned that things were not about to get any better for me. I went without food on most days as my father drank away all his earnings. He would disappear for days and then return drunk and empty-handed
I decided to fend for myself and on a good day, I would find work as a casual labourer on construction sites. I was barely 16 and this presented a challenge as most employers said I was under-age.
I yearned for the day I would turn 18 and own a national identity card. Still, with a daily pay of Sh50 I was able to buy food and even save a little money that I would then send to Mum through our neighbour.
When Dad could not stand my presence any longer, he got up and left without a word to me, just like the first time. At first I thought he was out on one of his drinking sprees but when he took longer than usual to return, I became suspicious. I had not managed to find work for days and the hunger was severe.
Then the landlord came told me to move out since my dad had left. I cried myself hoarse as I lay on my sack. It looked like the only option open to me now was a life on the streets.
Sent an angel
I am forever grateful that God did not abandon me. I believe He sent an angel in the form of Pastor Enos Oumo, who was making house calls at that time and found me in the little room. I told him my story and he invited me to go with him to the nearby Dagoretti Corner Rehabilitation Centre (DCRC), which he ran.
My first few days at the centre were simply wonderful. I ate well and was able to have a regular bath and change my clothes!
It was a totally different kind of life from what I was used to. I also got born-again and soon after started entertaining thoughts of forgiving my father, the man for whom I blamed all my problems. That was the beginning of a very long and painful journey for me, but the counseling I received at the centre helped greatly.
DCRC offered to educate me and I enrolled in Form One at the Kenyan College and Secondary School on Accra Road, Nairobi, in 1996. But the centre had no sponsor to pay my fees and I was often sent away from school.
In 1997, I got sponsorship and joined Ruthimitu High School in Form Two. Unfortunately, following a misunderstanding with the administration at DCRC, I left and moved in with one of the school workers until I finished Form Four.
I had made friends with a family whose daughter was a secretary at the school. The family accommodated me in 2000, when I got a job as a messenger with the then Lonrho Motors. They were good to me and treated me like a son.
In 2003, the company went under and I lost my job. I made money taking photographs with a camera I had bought when I had a job. I also helped businessmen with shops on Nairobi’s River Road to print T-shirts, caps and other materials.
In 2007, I saw a great opportunity to print campaign material for some politicians before the General Elections. This brought in good money and as I looked into investment opportunities, I felt a great calling to start a school for students whose parents could not afford secondary school education.
That is how Brooklynn High School in Gachui at Dagoretti market was born last year. I decided that students would pay Sh900 a month that would go towards running the school.
I have 48 students enrolled in Forms One and Two. One of my younger sisters is a Form One student at the school, but the other one dropped out early in life. The youngest is in Standard Six
My long-term plan is to have a school where bright needy students can learn for free. If I had had access to such an opportunity, I would not have had to endure all that pain.
Spotted in Ruai
Last year I managed to get hold of my father after hearing he had been spotted in Ruai. I made several trips before I finally caught up with him. At 54, he looked very old and exhausted with life.
He was very shocked to see me and wept for about five minutes as guilt engulfed him. I said I had forgiven him and suggested he should go back home. It was a very emotional reunion that re-ignited all the hurt that had lain buried in my heart since childhood.
I remembered how painful it was for me to hear other boys talking about their fathers as we played football in the village school all those years ago.
I recalled the years of struggle I experienced in 1992 to ensure the family survived the famine, and the bitterness I felt as a teenager watching my father drink while poverty and hunger consumed the family.
All these memories flashed through my mind and the pain was as raw as if everything had happened yesterday. I wept even more than he did and we agreed to meet at the bus station the following Saturday.
I called my mother and other relatives back at home and they all expressed eagerness to see our lost and found dad. That Saturday, we met as agreed and I sent him home with gifts of clothes, money and food for the family.
I try very hard not to blame my father, but I can’t help thinking that if his presence had been felt in the family, even if he was idle and penniless, it would have made a huge difference to his children.
I badly missed having a father figure and a role model to guide me through life. But although I have forgiven him, he is yet to make peace with my sisters.
I often dream about being the best dad on earth and can’t wait for that time to come. I intend to be there for my children always because I would never want them to relive my experiences.
I have also realised how much I hate alcohol, which I associate with sleeping hungry for days on end. My father has been away for 21 years and it has taken me 13 years to forgive him. No child on earth deserves such an experience.
Published on Daily Nation on 8th april 2009
www.nation.co.ke/justus
Please Contact us
brooklynnhighschool@yahoo.com
www.brooklynnhighschool.blogspot.com
Telephone +254 722452336
NAIROBI
KENYA
Friday, June 19, 2009
LONG TERM PLAN/BUDGET - VISION 2015
Our vision is to build a world class school COMPLEX in a 15 acre plot that will encompass the Primary Section, Secondary section, a College and a University. We look forward to providing everything needed for proper education and development of every needy child in our society.
PROPOSED BUDGET
1. Land (about 10 acres) $ 300,000
2. Construction of permanent buildings(Classrooms, dormitories,
kitchen, Dinning Hall ) $ 250,000
3. Furniture (desks, Lockers, Chairs, Tables) $ 50,000
4. School Van (62 $ 100,000
5. Computers & Science Laboratory $ 20,000
6. Staff allowances per year $ 35,000
7. Stationery per Year $ 25,000
8. Text books $ 40,000
9. Uniforms $ 15,000
10. Food (breakfast, lunch and dinner) per term $ 65,000
_________
TOTAL $ 900,000
PROPOSED BUDGET
1. Land (about 10 acres) $ 300,000
2. Construction of permanent buildings(Classrooms, dormitories,
kitchen, Dinning Hall ) $ 250,000
3. Furniture (desks, Lockers, Chairs, Tables) $ 50,000
4. School Van (62 $ 100,000
5. Computers & Science Laboratory $ 20,000
6. Staff allowances per year $ 35,000
7. Stationery per Year $ 25,000
8. Text books $ 40,000
9. Uniforms $ 15,000
10. Food (breakfast, lunch and dinner) per term $ 65,000
_________
TOTAL $ 900,000
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