BAD DOSAGE EPISODE 03

Festus, it all started when I was in class three. All my friends and even my parents called me ‘Suu’. I was the best in class and very smart as the teachers always say. I led praises and worship every Wednesday durung school church service. I was admired by my classmates and even the school gateman.

Things were going on well as the days went by. One day, the school gardener called me and told me to wait behind when school close cos my parents would come to take me somewhere. I was very happy cos I really loved surprises. What the gardener told me was moving all over my memories and I kept thinking of the place they would take me.

Something came into my mind when our teacher caned our class prefect for not writing the date on the board. We laughed at her cos she was rude and always wanted the best for herself.

‘’Get the chalk and write the date on the board’’ the teacher instructed, giving her another wipe on her buttocks.

She was very strong that, she didn’t cry but was looking at those who were laughing at her. I quickly stopped cos she would write names of those who laughed at her for speaking vernacular whether u speak vernacular or not.

She stood on the chair and wrote the date, 20th July, 1994. My attention quickly went to the date. It was my birthday.

‘’Today is my birthday and I never knew?’’ I asked feeling very happy.

I sat well and realised the reason why my parents were coming to take me out was because today is my birthday. I placed my pencil in my mouth and started whispering on my lips.

‘’What are you thinking Suzy?’’ the teacher asked.

‘’Nothing madam. My attention is in the class’’ I said still smiling.

  The teacher went to the board and wrote ‘’Mental’’. The heart of most of the guys flew from their body. The teacher stretched her cane and straightened it well giving a wipe to hear how it sounds.

‘’Lest I forget. Suu, the headmaster says, wait behind when you close. Your parents will be taking you somewhere’’ the teacher said writing some dictation words on the board.
‘’Okay Madam’’ I said writing in my book.

Festus to cut everything short, school was over and almost everybody in the school had gone home leaving me, the gardener, and the gateman. I was hungry and started dozing off in-front of the gate. The gateman noticed I wasn’t having a good sleep so he took me to his cubicle and lay me on a small mat.

All I heard was something big trying to enter my v-hole. A stanched Muslim as such and you can imagine how big and heavy......................