Read the passage below and then answer questions 26 to 38
When I was a small boy, my home was always full of babies and children of my relatives. In fact, I hardly recall any occasion as a child when I was alone. In my community, the Sons and daughters of one’s aunts and uncles are considered brothers and sisters, not cousins. We have no half-brothers and half-sisters. My mother’s sister is my mother, my uncle’s son is my brother and my brother’s child is my son or my daughter. The school consisted of a simple room. I was seven years old, and on the day before I was to begin, my lather took me aside and told me that I must be dressed properly for school. Until that time, I, like all the other boys, had worn only a blanket, which was wrapped round one shoulder and pinned at the waist. My father took a pair of his trousers and cut them at the knee. He then told me to put them on, which I did, and they were roughly the correct length, although the waist was far too large. My father then took a piece of string and drew the trousers in at the waist. I must have been a comical sight, but I have never owned a suit I was prouder to wear than my father’s cut-off trousers.
Of my mother’s three huts, one was used for cooking, one for sleeping and one for storage. In the hut in which we slept, there was no furniture. We slept on mats and sat on the bare floor. I did not discover pillows until much later. My mother cooked food in a three-legged iron pot over an open fire at the centre of the hut or outside. We grew all the food we ate at home.
From an early age, I spent most of my free time in the field playing and fighting with the other boys of the village. A boy who remained at home tied to his mother’s apron strings was regarded as a weakling. At night, I shared my food and blanket with these same boys. I was no more than five when I became a herds boy looking after sheep and calves in the fields. I discovered the almost mystical attachment that the Xhosa have for cattle, not only as a source of food and wealth, hut as a blessing from God and a source of happiness. It was in the fields that I learnt how to knock birds out of the sky with a slingshot, to gather wild honey and fruits and edible roots, to drink warm, sweet milk straight from the udder of a cow, to swim in the clear streams, and to catch fish with twine and sharpened hits of wire.
As boys, we were mostly left to our own devices. We played with toys we made ourselves. We moulded animals and birds out of clay. Nature was our playground. I learnt to ride by sitting atop weaned calves — after being thrown to the ground several times, one got the hang of it. I still love open spaces, the simple beauties of nature, and the clear blue skies.
I don’t think my parents intended to take me to school. No one in my family had ever attended school. But a friend of my father’s, George Mbekela visited us one day and told my mother, ‘Your son is a clever young fellow. He should go to school.” My parents discussed it and decided to send me to school.
Read the passage below and then answer questions 26 to 38
All his life Charles Dickens, one of the greatest novelists in the world, would remember a particular day when he was nine years old, and something his father said. They were out walking together and had stopped, as they often did, to admire a handsome brick house. With its lovely windows and neat lawn, it seemed as grand as a palace.
Then John Dickens told his son that if he worked very hard, someday he might live in that house. The thought took Charles’ breath away. The sort of person who would live in that house would be a distinguished man of taste and education. His father believed that Charles could someday be like that. All he had to do was work hard.
He could not have known on that day how far he would fall and how high he would rise, and that he really would live in that house, and that he would die there.
When Charles looked back on his childhood, these were happy years. They lived in a small house which had a little garden and, across the road; there was a playground for the children. He had a nursemaid, Mary. Who comforted his childish sorrows? She also terrified him with blood-curdling horror stories that he adored, though they gave him nightmares. He spent wonderful hours in his tiny room reading from his father’s set of novels. He went for days imagining himself to be one of his storybook heroes.
But when Charles was ten, his father was transferred to London, and his happy childhood came to a sudden end. His father had many wonderful qualities. He worked hard at his job and was loving to his wife and children. He had many friends and loved to invite them to the house in the evening for a bowl of steaming porridge and lively conversation. But he had one terrible fault: he spent more money than he made.
In the ten years of Charles’ life, the family had lived in six different houses, each poorer than the one before. And as the number of mouths to feed kept growing, the family fell deeper and deeper into debt.
When they reached London, Charles was shocked to learn that he would not be sent to school -they couldn’t afford it. He stayed at home and made himself useful by cleaning his father’s boots and minding the younger siblings. His parents seemed to have forgotten him and all his ambitions.
Two days after his twelfth birthday, Charles was sent to work at a factory. From eight in the morning till eight at night, he worked in a dark room, covering pots of boot polish and pasting on labels. Other children worked there, too, but they were not like his old friends. They were poor boys with rough manners who referred to him scornfully as the “young gentleman.”
Worse still, two weeks later his father was arrested for debt and sent to prison, where he had to stay until his debts were paid. His wife and children were allowed to join him there. The whole family living in one room- everyone, that is, except Charles. The factory was too far from the prison for him to get back before the gates were shut at night. So he lived in a cheap boarding house. From Monday morning to Saturday night, he was on his own with “no advice, no counsel, no encouragement. no consolation, no support from anyone”.
At night he wandered through the dark city. His clothes were shabby. He had no friends. Instead of growing into a fine gentleman, he had descended to the streets.
The memory of that time was so painful that, even as a grown man. Charles could not walk through those streets without the sting of tears coming to his eyes. And years later, when he became a famous writer, his stories were filled with orphaned and abandoned children, debtors’ prisons, factories, and the grim and degrading lives of the poor.
For questions 1 to 15, select the best alternative to fill the blank spaces.
Our future diet __1__ this small planet __2__ contain a lot less meat, and a lot of new foods we haven't even heard of __3__. If we think of the produce people grow and eat, we think of only a few __4_ _of grains or fruits, or vegetables, and probably we __5__ those are the only ones that are available around the world. __6__ Kenyans today only eat food taken from about twenty different crops, yet there are at __7__ twenty thousand edible kinds of plants in the world. Many of __8__ offer alternatives that are better for our health than a lot of the meals we eat now.
Most of us, for __9__, have eaten only one or two varieties of potatoes, __10__ Latin American farmers grow up to fifty different types. Many are __11__ suitable for our __12__ and offer good nutrition.
Scientists are working to develop new food crops to __13__ new needs. Some of these new crops __14__ developed because they are easier to grow than existing ones, __15__ because they are more resistant to disease.
Read the passage below it contains blank spaces numbered 1 to 15. For each blank space, choose the best alternative from the choices given.
Some people are able to __1__ worry quite easily. Others, __2__ , are like sponges. They soak it up and __3__ time, worrying becomes a habit that they find difficult to break. Of course we all tend to worry about __4__. It could be money, safety, appearance, performance, friends, family __5__ a thousand other things. But it is __6__ to realise that worry accomplishes nothing positive. It lets air out of all you do, draining fun and excitement __7__ everything.
Worry makes us miserable, impatient and forgetful. It can keep you __8__ at night or make your stomach ache. It can make it hard to concentrate. Constant worry can lead to __9__ stress, panic attacks or other __10__. What most people do not realise is that it is __11__ a waste of time and the more you worry the __12_ you achieve. So, let go __13__ your worries. After all, many of __14__ things that you worry about __15__ never happen.
Every day you make hundreds of decisions. Today you decided __1__ to get up, what to wear, what to eat and whether or not to talk to a __2__ person. You started __3__ decision-making pattern when you were young and __4__ use that same pattern today. __5__ most people, this decision-making pattern is successful.
Poor decision-makers, __6__, usually do not realise that their decision-making process __7__ inadequate.
Every time we have to make a decision, we must __8__ understand why the decision is necessary. We __9__ then consider the possible alternatives and select the __10__ one. Our __11__ in solving problems also increases if we include the opinions of others.
Some people __12__ making decisions because they are afraid they will __13__ a mistake. Their goal is to make the perfect decision, __14__ there is no such thing as the perfect decision. Every decision is a risk. Good decision-makers know that almost __15__ decision can be changed.
Maurice A. Nyamoti is a teacher by profession and has passion for assisting students improve performance
Form 1 to Form 4 kcse past papers latest
Pre-Primary 1 to Std 8 Latest KCPE Past papers
KNEC PAPERS FOR COLLEGE
Contact us anytime
Trusted by over 500 schools and colleges
The list keeps growing 'day in, day out' ... List of Schools in Kenya