Alumni and Ex-pupils
“你们好。 我是礼。我会在任何一种情况下以礼貌对待大家。” 第一个人介绍了自己，并遵守了自己的承诺。市民们再怎么侮辱、嘲笑，礼也没有反击，没有退缩，反而一直朝着他们的微笑。
“我的钱包！我的钱包！”一个小偷偷走了站在人群里的一位女士的钱包 。另一位兄弟，义，一刻也不犹豫， 向小偷的方向跑去。晃眼之间，义抓到了个小偷，并把女士的钱包还给原主。然而，女士不但没有道谢，还忘恩负义地狠狠地瞪了义一眼。怒视着义的还有那名小偷。在众人大声的嘘声中，义冷静地怂了怂肩膀，并解释说，不论别人对他有什么看法，他都会做正直的事情。
“因为有我, 我是爱。” 一把温柔但坚定的声音，在布满苔藓的巷口回荡着。爱告诉大家，对于所有生存与不生存的物体，他都会关怀、保护它们， 即使对方是一个最不值得爱的人，即使对方是一只最恶心的动物。
The Eight Brothers
A hundred years ago, there was a bustling kingdom near the South China Sea. In that village dwelt the meanest people ever known to mankind. The children beat up their parents, and the adults left their parents in drains and rubbish dumps to pick food for themselves to eat. They cheated in exams, was rude to everyone they met, including each other and felt no remorse.
On the day the citizens would know as their kingdom’s anniversary, they were going about their usual business of being mean, when they found eight men standing on the edge of the kingdom.
“Who are you? Get out!” one of them stepped forward and demanded rudely. Whispers among the citizens could be heard, such as “Who is that fat, old, useless man on the one of the brothers’ back?” and “Why are they here?”
One of the brothers smiled pleasantly and waved. The citizens stepped back defensively, not knowing what this meant.
“Hello. I am Respect. I will treat everyone with courtesy no matter how they treat me,” the first brother introduced himself. He was true to his words. No matter how much the citizens jeered at and mocked the first man, they were still greeted with a smile. The brothers continued to walk through the city.
Suddenly, a sharp shrill pierced the air, “My purse! My Purse!” A thief had stolen the purse of a woman who was standing in the crowd. Without further ado, Righteousness took off after the thief in a flurry of dust. In a blink of the eye, the thief was caught and the property returned, but the woman simply scowled at Righteousness. The thief glowered at the second brother and the crowd was jeering very loudly too. Righteousness shrugged this all off, explaining that he did the right thing every time, not caring what others thought of him.
Just then, one merchant recognised Integrity as a high-ranking official of China. The merchant had been eyeing on a piece of land but lacked the legislation for it. He hurried home and brought out a wagon full of gold coins, hoping to convince Integrity to help him with the paper work. The latter merely laughed and rejected the handsome offer of gold.
“I will always do the right thing regardless of any form of bribery!” he declared proudly. The fourth brother, Shame, also interjected.
“What are you doing? You should feel embarrassed!” Shame lectured the merchant, who drew back into the crowd, still clutching the wagon of gold.
The cunning merchant then turned to Loyalty, the fifth brother.
“You are close to your brother Integrity, aren’t you? Now listen, if you help me forge the paperwork needed, I assure you, this wagon of gold will be yours,” the merchant suggested, “and the eight of you young men will be able to afford a better living and more comfortable transport for that old man.” Loyalty pondered about what the merchant’s suggestion. He did have a point. The gold was more than enough to buy nine horses to carry them so they would not need to travel on foot. The change would be sufficient to buy better clothes for all of them to replace the shabby ones they were wearing.
However, Loyalty looked at Integrity and shook his head, pushing the merchant back into the crowd gently but firmly.
“Never!” he boomed.
The band of brothers had travelled for a hundred miles on foot by now. They were exhausted, famished and were in a desperate need for rest. They found a roadside store and sat on a bench next to it. They dug their pockets and put together just enough money for a few fruits. A sneaky waiter collected the coins and brought them what they asked for. Or rather, did not ask for.
The sixth brother, Compassion, held a fruit to his mouth, but before he could bit into it, the rotten fruit had split open and its juice ruined his old, but perfectly good shirt and pants. The deliverer scampered away, cackling mischievously.
“Go after him! Beat him up! Kill him!” the citizens urged. Compassion only smiled ruefully at his ruined clothing, borrowed Respect’s handkerchief with much courtesy and wiped his clothes dry as best as he could. Compassion laughed at the citizen’s appalled expressions and told them he would not do such things. Instead, he forgave the waiter.
After a few mouthfuls of the fruits, the brothers stood up and continued their journey. The seventh brother piggybacked the old man with much difficulty. His name was Piety. However, he had not gotten far when a commoner interrupted him.
“Why are you carrying that useless old man on your back? Isn’t he heavy?” questioned the stranger. “We normally just leave our old in the rubbish dumps and drains to fend for themselves. After all, we don’t have to waste our effort taking care of them,” the man added. The others nodded eagerly, and got quite a shock when Piety shook his head.
“No, that isn’t right. He ain’t heavy; he’s my father. I carry him wherever I go because he was the one who gave me life and I will always remember that what he did for me and my seven brothers,” chided Piety.
“My name is Piety and I will not mistreat those who gave me life,” said he.
The common folks sneered at the seven brothers and thought them stupid.
“Why would you be nice to useless people or those who are not nice to you? Why trouble yourself to help someone who is ungrateful? Why turn away from riches when you are poor?” So many questions were asked as they pushed their way through the crowd.
“Because of me, Love,” a soft but firm voice reverberated through the moss-filled walls of the alleys. Love told them that his heart abounded with love for everyone and everything, including the most disgusting animals or undeserving people.
Hurried goodbyes were exchanged and smilingly, the brothers rushed through the kingdom, Piety still carrying his father on the back.
For the first time, the people of the kingdom felt their faces heat up. They could neither explain the unfamiliar feelings, nor the behaviour that they adopted as the years went by. The residents of the kingdom became nicer and nicer, and gave each of their nice acts a name, according to each of the brothers: Loyalty, Piety, Compassion, Love, Respect, Righteousness, Integrity and Shame.
The eight brothers had shaped the mean citizens of the kingdom into caring and kind subjects of the queen. That is why we hang the eight brothers’ names in schools for everyone to see.
Ashley Koh (6GT1 2016)
Memories of Nan Hua
So I got into EM1, but eventually dropped out due to my poor grasp of the Chinese language. Those were my Primary 5 and 6 years, where I met Mrs Michelle Tan, whom still teaches in the school as of this writing, and where I met my classmates whom I still keep in touch with till this day. Our Chinese language teacher and Mrs Tan pushed us hard to achieve the best possible results for the PSLE. Remedial lessons were planned, a lot of effort was put into extra research and materials to help us improve. Besides academia, Mrs Tan also worked hard with my classmates for the musical performance competition held in the school. Though we did not win, due to "technical difficulties", it brought the class closer together. Mrs Tan's lesson to me , never give excuses.
I am very grateful for my experience in Nan Hua Primary School, it is a significant part of my history and identity.
Cheng Ding Xiang (6F 2000)
Amazing experience in NHPS
It's growing up, making new friends with all differences. It's playing sports with the intelligent mates, freezing together as one during recess time, learning to be grateful and filial to your roots always. It's moving on in time, lots and lots of fun times. It's learning from small mistakes, yet seeing a whole future at your feet to mould with. Never getting held hostage by your fears.
20 years later, right now, I look back and say....It was an amazing experience I would never,ever regret.
Yuko Tan (6F 2000)
During the entire primary school journey, I had wonderful teachers who never fail to inspire and motivate us to do our very best. One of the teachers that left a deep impression in my life is Mrs Juliana Ng. She was my form teacher in Primary 5 and 6. I could still recall she was the one who started teaching us the concept of model drawing for Math. As we were anxious in preparing for the Primary School Leaving Examination (PSLE), Mrs Ng would give us pep talks to encourage and spur us to towards our goals. She took time to counsel us in our choice of secondary schools and gave valuable feedback on our areas of improvement. As we reach the end of our primary school journey at Nan Hua Primary School, I was privileged to be the valedictorian. It was definitely momentous to be able to represent the entire cohort of Primary Six pupils to bid farewell to the teaching faculty and the school.
As Nan Hua is turning 100 year old soon, I wish Nan Hua all the best in grooming many more future generations of talent for our nation!
Ling Zhu (graduating batch of 1990)