Do you remember resumption day in third term when I was in J.S.S 1, when you brought the whole place down because a senior student had slapped me 27 times the previous term? Actually she had slapped me twice, but I told you I had received 9 slaps from her so as to build a credible case to change schools. I detested boarding house then, I desperately wanted to leave my current school for another school where they would respect human rights.
I grew up harboring a strong hatred for my mother. I remember the first time I realized I didn’t like her, I was in primary school then. My siblings and I had finished dressing up for school and were seated at the dining table waiting for our breakfast. In between coaxing us out of our… Continue reading Spare the rod?