A Day in My Life
Don't drink the water
hings started normally in the morning at Ndema school. As usually, I arrived 30 minutes before devotions. Two little girls greeted me. They warned me that I should not drink water from the educator's tank.
When I was about to ask why, they continued: "Sir, 10 children have poured their urine in the tank." It was unbelievable in my ears as we had already drunk the water the day before.
I told all the educators about the water and everybody was so infuriated that it was impossible to start teaching. Unfortunately the headmaster and his deputy were off attending a management workshop. Out of 15 educators, I was the only male teacher present. Driven by anger, we decided that every guilty child would be beaten on the buttocks with one stroke from each educator. We were unaware that after the punishment was handed out, these children went home.
When we started teaching, we saw a group of women, men and hooligans who drink at nearby shebeens approaching the school. As the roaring mob drew nearer, we converged on the front of the verandah.
Frightened, we were waiting for our names to be called in heaven.
I noticed that the female educators relied on me as the only male present to help them. I shouted to the mob, "Please don't kill us, we are all God's creatures. Let's sit down and negotiate." I then went to phone the police for help. The mob was shocked and they left, one by one, shouting foul and vulgar insults.
We then knelt down and praised our Lord for saving our lives.
The governing body and headmaster praised me for my heroic defence of the staff. The government should lay down regulations for punishing pupils who do such vile and disgusting things.
That day, I gained self-confidence and courage.
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