Tag: School
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Filthy fingers
Then I was new. And so was everything happening around me. My first shock was the sight of a female remedial student who boldly pulled a male colleague student to herself, locking him in a tight embrace while imitating an ongoing sexual intercourse. In broad daylight! Nobody on the premises seemed bothered by the sight.…
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The road to Damascus -Page 1/100 (story series)
Very few of the men in the room wore wedding rings. It would be naïve to think those who didn’t were all single. During the introductions which required that we all indicate our marital status, many of the ladies said they were open to new relationships. I sat in a corner, grinning. I know a…
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Butukwen and his mother
Her son had a challenge. Physically, he was alright. Mentally, he was unstable, couldn’t sit at one place and behaved more like a toddler for his age. Personally, I felt his mother should have looked for a personal teacher for him, a teacher who taught him at home. Or maybe, the school should have separate…
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It is easy to assume they’re partial
From a distance, it is easy to assume they are partial. But when you get a chance to walk in their shoes, and perhaps put on their clothes, you understand why they sometimes complain of heat when the weather appears cold. When I was in basic school, I noticed how our class teacher gave what…
Diary of a Wanderer 