It was time for our first lesson.

And as the teacher motioned for the board to be cleaned, I starred at him, wondering what could have brought him all the way from the south to the far north here with its harsh weather conditions.

The south of the country was bustling with economic activities and alive with wild entertainment and various revolutions in arts.

The north, in contrast, was boredom, in good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over.

Everybody called him Wolf, but they say it wasn’t his real name. There were rumours that he once worked as a miner in Canada. What could have made him quit mining and travel all the way to this remote part of the country to take up teaching?

He was a good teacher. He taught us many things and always reminded us to be hardworking, obedient to our parents, respectful to adults and to be prayerful. He knew many things and told us many stories.

During break time, we flocked around him to hear stories of the many places he had travelled to.

Whenever we ask whether he had wife and children, he became silent and never answered…