I am Proud of what you made out of me Mama Anna Mercat Hans Poppe!

The late Mama Anna Mercant Hans Poppe
during her lifetime  with son Zacharia

By Danford Mpumilwa

I must have been a brilliant 14 year old young boy when I joined form one at the then just christened Mkwawa High School, formerly Saint Michaels and Georges, in Iringa region. The year was 1968. I say I must have been brilliant because out of 45 pupils who sat for the primary school leaving exam at the then Tandala Upper Middle Boarding Primary School in Ukingaland in Njombe, only three were selected to join secondary schools. And I was one of them.

Mkwawa was a very modern school, even by the present dot.com era. We had everything including a school bakery for our bread; laundry plant for our clothes, bed-sheets and blankets; refreshment rooms in our dorms with hot coffee and tea and sandwiches; a grass cutting tractor for our many sporting fields; underground tunnels connecting our sleeping quarters and classrooms and cafeteria for rainy days; three course meals and many other small luxuries including dish-washing

machines for our utensils.

Perhaps it was on account of these ‘luxuries’ spoiling me that I soon, after my form one, plummeted in my class performance, which had until then been top notch. From being number two or three in class to number 30 or so in a class of 35 students. I was young, enjoying my life and much worse not knowing or even caring little over such small matters as the importance of education.

This went on, much to the consternation of my teachers who knew I had great potential, until the end of form three when I met one very athletic young man Eddie. Now Eddie was one class behind me. His family lived in Iringa town and he liked most of the things I loved like music and field hockey.

We soon became friends. On weekends we could visit his mother and siblings in Iringa town where, I must admit, we greatly enjoyed his mother’s fresh baked buns and donuts. In no time we were always looking forward to these weekend visits.

That is when I came to know his mother, Anna Mercat, a retired teacher who took keen interest in my school performance. She insisted on going through my class-work. Initially I resisted but on account of her mouth-watering bakery products I had to relent. That is when all hell broke loose. What was I doing? With such a bad class performance I would simply finish form four with nothing. And what will I do at such a tender age? She fired at me.

It was then that she ordered that I, and her son Eddie, would be spending all weekends at her house in Iringa town. And while there we would be reading school books and undertaking short exams from her to ensure we understood all that was in those History, Mathematics, Swahili, Geography, Biology, Physics and Social Science books.

She softened up this strict regime with the always most welcome aromatic buns and donuts accompanied with cupfuls of tea and coffee. It goes without saying that I soon shocked my teachers with my new school grades. I even received that year’s ‘most improved class performance award’.

This was the time when I came to know all of Eddie’s siblings; his elder brother Harry who was in the army, young sister Sophie and the younger brothers, Zacharia, Ceaser, Otto, Moses and Adam. I had become part of the great family of the Hans Poppes. 

However, I was never to come to know very closely their father Hans Poppe, as he was always away on military missions. He was a top police commander whose last post was Kagera Regional Police Commander before he was killed by Uganda Amin’s marauding soldiers when they invaded Tanzania.

I went through all the Poppe family’s trying times. Especially when two of Eddie brothers, Harry and Zachar were detained for treason. Their mother, who was then ailing surmounted all these troubles. Even when she lost some her sons – Adam and Moses, she remained the guiding light of the family – the same guiding light which saw me pass with flying colours my exams all the way to University where I attained my BA (Hons) degree.

Last week, as I arrived from abroad, I received a call from Hon. Justice Mohamed Chande, our Chief Justice, informing me that Mama Hans Poppe – Anna Mercat - is no more. I rang my mother, Semerere, in Ilembula, Njombe informing her the same as she had in due course come to know her when Mama Poppe was admitted some years back to Ilembula Lutheran Mission Hospital. Pole! Your mother has gone! She told me sobbing.

Fare thee well Mama Anna Mercat Hans Poppe! I am proud of what you have made out of your young sons and daughter. They are now a confident, proud and self-reliant adults making noticeable positive impact in our community.

I am proud of what you made out of that silly young idiot from Ilembula village in Ubenaland who did not know the value of education. That idiot is me. I am proud of what you made out of me!

mpumilwa@gmail.com.