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Hardes:
Guess the students aren't all that bad after all .


Thanks for the update

...Oh yes, just a product of garbage in, garbage out.

EbonyQueen001:
I feel what Mr Solomon is going through. The ordeals of a new teacher. The foundation is indeed faulty. Let's see how he will overcome it, for surely, he will make an impart.

Weldone oga solo.
Correct this pls "CHAPTER 3 ...four girls and seven girls..."

Kudos sir

... No be small wahala Mr. Alex get oh...


... Thanks jare, I don correct the error.

EbonyQueen001:
Yeah it is. Family is cool, things are moving well.
Hope you are good?

... Thank God for that.
...Oh yes, I am well, thanks for asking.

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Chapter 3 contd

...... I had to leave school earlier than I desired because of the security guard, Mr. Benson wouldn't let me rest and kept on saying that he had to leave else he wouldn't see any bus heading towards where he stayed except if I wanted to pay for bike for him. I didn't have the luxury to do that so I left, reluctantly. I soon discovered why the man was vibrating, the entire school was empty save for the two of us; even the head teacher had left. It was past six already and I was really tired as I was yet to eat anything other than one sausage roll.

.... My walk home was uneventful as I kept on thinking about what program I was going to come up with to bring some of these kids up to level terms with the rest of their peers, at least those that pay similar fees with theirs. It was second term already and although I didn't plan to stay too long in this particular school, I still wanted to do something with those kids. It was daylight robbery for their parents to pay the fees required for them and then gain nearly nothing in return. I sighed and then headed for Mama Emma's joint to get some fufu. As much as I loved and enjoyed Okro soup and one or two wraps of fufu, I couldn't wait to get paid so I could do a change of diet. This particular meal was starting to irritate me.

.... I slept as soon as I got home only to wake up the day due to persistent knocking from someone. I got up to see the dark, swollen face of Mummy Michael at my door.

...."Yes?" I answered straight away. Both of didn't have any business with each other so I was surprised to see her at my door and to her credit, she didn't greet me either but went straight to business.

...."Sorry to disturb you sir." She began but couldn't do so without mocking me first. Typical.

....".... I wan ask if I fit dry cloth on top your rope." She asked with a straight face.

...."I will be washing today and if there is still space after I am done, I will let you know."

... I replied with a straight face too. She clearly didn't like my answer but there was nothing she could do about it. She turned quietly and left, while I took a good look at her rolling hips in tight joggers and then smiled, not at the enticing view but the fact that the respect I deserved was finally coming my way.

.... I set out to wash indeed after a few rounds of prayer. It didn't take too long so there was quite enough enough space on the thread for her to spread her clothes. I called her attention to it, only to see her with her face made up like she was heading somewhere whereas she was only washing. Who wears makeup while washing? Well, she actually looks good though and knew just want to put on her dark skin to make it glow. It isn't easy to find a grown woman who is actually proud of her skin these days. I shook my head and return to washing my basins I used for washing. Look at me, eyeing another Man's responsibility when I could barely handle my own.

.... Responsibility now eh, no longer a married woman, eh? I laughed to myself, completely taken at how cunny these demons could be. Once I believed those words It would mean that I could do what I wanted with this woman if she allows me anyway because I was now working and could therefore hold my own and perhaps, a friend with benefits with it. God forbid! I voiced out. I took my bath and pressed my clothes for Sunday and then went over the notes I wrote down the previous day.

.... Three of the boys were above average, while the rest were mediocrities and below that; three of them were big problems. One of them was the actress's son whose notes were incomplete and his handwriting extremely poor as I could barely read what he wrote, wondering how he would be able to read for anything. The other two were just too lazy to do write their notes with so many blank spaces within their notebooks. One wonders if they have parents at all who checks their notes. Samuel was the last boy and his problem evidently clear. He just couldn't sit somewhere for more than three minutes. Something was definitely wrong with him but the reason why he was a special child was yet to be allayed to me.

.... The girls were fine, just a product of garbage in, garbage out. The fault of the teachers and the school management too. Those boys were my problem and I just hoped that their parents will be sane enough to listen to advice from a young man, that's if they even come at all. These parents were obviously not in the lives of their kids, I would just have to give them the benefit of the doubt. For now, El clasico calls.


*****Sorry about yesterday folks.... *****

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Chapter 3 cont'd

....."Yeee!!" The scream of a child, a female, brought me out of my wonderings. I turned to the direction of the sound to discover that in the few seconds I was distracted, Samuel had done something already. This time, he scratched someone with his sharp nails. Thank God, it wasn't his fellow classmate as I wouldn't know what to tell the parents and such a scenario was surely not how I wanted to meet my parents. A solid smack had already been issued to him and then another before he was sent to the head teacher's office for more spanking. The scratch wasn't deep but it still needed first aid just to be on the safe side. This boy was going to be a real case.

....The woman that distracted me had disappeared and so I stylishly asked about her from my new female collegue who gave me a disgusted face but answered nonetheless that she was the year 5 & 6 teacher. That look spoke of discord between both teachers but it was none of my business. I won't be an enemy to your enemy because that person happens to be your enemy, no, no, especially this sexy thing that has stolen my attention. I met with the bootylicious teacher by chance when I returned the first aid box meant for the nursery section. I realized face to face that she was the same height with me and far more beautiful than first let on. Her cheeks were full, giving her this chubby look but her legs were far from fat. She was just healthy. Her behind clearly made her legs shorter than they seem. The thing was just marvelous. Although, that wasn't her name but rather Mercy.

..... The shock meeting kind of glued my tongue to my mouth, it wasn't embarrassing but I was stuttering. It happens sometimes to girls I am attracted to but if I am not, you could be Amy Hathaway and I wouldn't give a damn. But that lady in that black suit in the movie Batman was the stuff of dreams then. We did the basic introductions and I took my leave mainly because of my kids. Despite her youthful face, she was clearly older than I was and had an engagement ring on; surely, there was no show for me here if there ever was.

.... The final prayers were said and the show declared close. A lot of the parents from my class showed up, mostly women in extravagant wears and one man. Native attires in a show celebrating European culture? Nigerians can never disappoint. I smiled as each kid more or less introduced me officially to their parents. Small talk ensued that I couldn't wait to see it end. My head teacher followed and it finally struck me that this man just loved to be the centre of attention of everything. Madam entered into the discussion too and then it became really unbearable to me. I hated attention like this but I had to keep up with a happy expression. They all took my contact and soon moved on with their kids.

.... I had to carry my kids chairs back upstairs with a few other kids whose parents were yet to arrive helping but it was me majorly doing the work. I settled down in my class after the run up and down and continued from where I stopped in the morning. As I went through their notebooks, particularly those where they had to write a lot of notes, I discovered errors upon errors and the odd thing was that the silly teacher had already marked these pages, putting his or her signature there. How can anyone who calls him/her self a teacher do this? This was tantamount to digging one's grave. Notes filled with errors and marked simply means that the errors were seen and were deemed correct by the teacher else they would have been corrected. Which kind work be this one na? I asked myself, frustrated by what I had seen since morning.

..... I was in the middle of this when a cleaner came into the class to inform me of a meeting between the teachers downstairs. I nodded my thanks and went down to the reception where I saw other teachers with the head teacher already talking. He wasn't happy with the performance of some of the pupils particularly those from the nursery section whose children didn't even know why they were on the stage. He was yet speaking when the teachers at fault cut him off and all started giving their various excuses. The sexy teacher who I saw earlier who didn't so sexy anymore with her suit on, was busy correcting wrong pronunciations. It was like a gathering of market women; I couldn't believe the actions of these teachers towards their boss. It was despicable to say the least. No one dare utter a word without permission when the head teacher in my former school was speaking and yet she was a woman. How could a man let himself be stepped on like this? Something was clearly wrong somewhere.

..... The only reasonable information I picked from the meeting was that midterm and PTA meeting was next week which meant that I had two days to get ready to hear all sorts of obscenities from parents. I rubbed my temple and cursed in my language because I wasn't ready. Lord knows I wasn't ready.

Ibunkun1:
Hmmmm,abi aunty Deborah get one kin eye for you ni

.... Be like so oh....

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Chapter 3 cont'd

....The announcement shocked me and it took a lot for me to control my temper. I was here yesterday and that head teacher didn't say a word about this. Now that I thought about it, the filled bags and the strange clothes I saw with parents at the reception explained it all. The white chairs I saw at the gate and the canopy set up I ignored when I first came in should have given me a hint that something was up but I just didn't think that the head teacher would fail to tell me something of this magnitude.

....I had no clue on what the theme or topic of the event would be about and I wasn't particularly ready to meet with any parents right now. I barely even know the names of the kids. I will surely get back at this dude. I greeted a few teachers and then followed my children as they marched to their classroom. The moment I got in, I asked them about the event and they explained as best they could.

....Apparently, cultural day here wasn't what I had imagined it to be. It was usually a continental thing rather than a tribe thing common in other schools. Europe was the focus this year, Basic 2 and Basic 3 were given Eastern Europe. I asked to see their clothes and it was a funny set of English wear with hats, suspenders and all that. It was odd because I saw the same outfit with kids from other classes. I called them out when everyone had arrived including the troublesome kid and asked them to carry out the display they carry out the display that they would be showing off later that day but they said they needed the other class and music in order to do it. Apparently, It was a merger between both classes because Basic 2 had just three kids.

...I nodded and went down to the second floor to meet with the teacher. It was the female teacher from the other day. We were a bit familiar with ourselves already and the conversation flowed. We didn't say much because I didn't want to leave those kids unattended to for too long. Her kids came up to our class and they all put in their display. It was a simple dance common with Europeans with their dry songs and hopping movements they called dance but before the dance, there was a brief speech about the number of countries, their capitals, GDPs and other unnecessary information. In summary, it was quite boring but expected nonetheless from younger ones. I will expect the higher classes to bring up something better.

..... I clapped for them like I was excited about their performance, the other teacher saw through my pretence though but laughed nonetheless. She decided to stay in our class until it was close for the event to begin. The woman was a talker and I used that to my advantage, probing smartly but allowing her to do most of the talking. The information I got from her wasn't good news one bit and did little to alleviate my already sour mood. I was mad and for good reason, this job was an obvious trap but I hid my thoughts well from the teacher.

..... At 5 ' 4, the female teacher still managed to make herself scary to the children and they feared her save for that troublesome kid who was already on his knees for talking back at her. She was married and had a kid. The discussion digressed from the kids to the staff and I heard better gist. She spoke a lot about the head teacher in quite the light and I came to the conclusion either she really admired the man's commitment to his job or she was really close to the dude. Either way, I had to be careful about what I tell this woman.

.... Soon, it was time for the event and the kids each carried their chairs down to the canopy. Few parents were there and one of my kids parents had arrived. We headed back upstairs for them to change to their wears and then returned to the canopy with me already raising my voice more than I was used to because of those kids.

.... The event started with a prayer from one of the parents and then the national anthem followed and off we went. Pre - school one and two started the show and honestly it was more of the teachers dancing than the kids who probably had no idea what they were doing outside on the stage. The nursery section came up and I had no idea of what performance they gave because my eyes was glued to the lady with the perfect booty. She faced the crowd and that gave me the perfect angle to see how those cheeks jingled from each hop she made. Jesus! What a sight it was. It was hard to keep my thing in check but I conquered.

...This school was going to be my undoing. While the next class did their thing, I called out my kids and arranged them orderly together with the other teacher. I made sure I looked my best because now was the first time most parents would see me, particularly those of my kids. I arranged well on the stage and the music went on. The way I gingered the kids, one would think that they were doing what had not being done on the stage before. Parents, mostly women were shouting and some came out led by one woman whose skin differentiated her from the rest to take pics. Even Oga Samuel behaved himself that day.

..... Each kid got a huge high five from me before they returned to their seats. I was busy gisting with the other teacher as she made mention of the fact that I wasn't supposed to be directing the kids anymore as they were old enough to do so themselves, blah, blah and of course, the woman with the glowing skin was the actress. We were still talking when a tall woman walked in and then backed us. She was on denim shorts that got to her knees and a white shirt, with denim jacket on top. The wedge she was on increased her height. Sweet Jesus, her legs seemed to go on forever. I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time just staring at her. Her booty might have been orange to melons in comparison with the other lady but this woman was far more sexy and attractive to me than the other stacked lady. Just look at those legs! Who was this woman?

Ibunkun1:

You don buy market

.... No be small one

....... Promised fulfilled guys.

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Chapter 3 cont'd

..... I decided to leave on time and get to school as early as I could because I wanted to know my children more, not just their names but their academic performances. I got to the school by 6:30, wearing a T-shirt and jeans with my fairly abused sneakers since it was a Friday. I met the security guard and no one else, which was good news to me. I ran up the stairs, and starting going through their notes, starting with Mathematics. The scores I saw there in their homework wasn't impressive in the least which meant that either the kids didn't understand what was taught to them or they weren't interested but there was an obvious attempt to get it right so it was the former, the teacher didn't do enough. I checked through their textbooks and discovered that a few of them nearly never do their assignments. Question marks in red ink was all over the place but it seemed nothing was done either by the teacher or the school management and that's if they were even aware of it. This was bad, really bad.

...... But it was not all gloom and doom because two kids stood out from the rest; a boy and a girl. They were exceptional and scored high marks in their continuous assessment tests and their homeworks were always done. I had to ask myself why these two were different.

..."Good morning Mr Solomon." A few children chorused, after which they returned to dropping their bags on the shelf meant for that. I returned in kind although I noticed that their bags were quite full but they all had their lunch boxes with them. What was in their bags?

...."Mr Solomon. We haven't introduced ourselves properly to you since you are our new class teacher. We asked after you from Mr. Daniels and he said you already left. My name is Chiamaka and I am the class captain." Indeed you are, I said within me. The girl who proceeded to introduce the remaining children in class was quite short but her confidence was sky high and was without doubt, one of the impressive kids. This one might not be a special child in that sense but I would have to be careful of her regardless.

.... I said hello to each and everyone of them available and a few kids from other classes who came to greet me before returning to my work. I was so engrossed in my work I didn't notice that it was time for assembly. It was when the drums started beating for the national anthem that I quickly returned to myself and ran to the assembly ground. I saw a few parents in the reception hall with strange clothes. I greeted them and whether they replied or not, I didn't care but proceeded to the assembly ground. I saw the director first, who gave me a weird look after she answered my greeting. I thought about why she gave that look but quickly realized that she was probably wondering why I was still walking when the pledge was being recited. I messed up there.

I looked around and saw a few teachers who were from the nursery section. All were smartly dressed with one of two overkilling it. When I meant overkilling, I meant a lady with the kind of weight behind her shouldn't be putting on a trouser that tight and a shirt so short that I could see her back from even the slightest movements. One of the teachers was putting on shorts, like literally shorts with rings decorating her fingers. I was shocked but I wasn't surprised because I had already suspected right from the first day I saw the head teacher with his hair that was no different from that of Soyinka that this school "na jasi" school.

..... But seriously that lady's behind had to be the best I had ever seen in my short time on Earth. If I had seen this online, I would have sworn that it was implants. Vision's observation of Mjornir comes to mind. The ass was perfectly balanced. The lady was decently tall and well proportioned, just shy of 5 ' 10, subtle curves despite the tight wears but that derriere came out of nowhere. Jeez! Something like this should be covered in a school environment despite Its awesomeness for God sake. Na which kind school I come so?

"Are you ready for today's cultural day?" I heard the voice of the head teacher. Cultural day? What cultural day? No body told me any thing like that will be taking place that day. I rubbed my temple, praying for a quiet day because deep within me, I knew it was going to be a roller coaster. What a school!

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Chapter 3

...... I got home an hour before noon after a lot of dos and don't from the head teacher. At a point it became boring because my mind wasn't there anymore but rather the fact that I had a sort of special child which was undoubtedly going to be a massive problem and then my class had the highest population in the primary section with eleven children: four girls and seven boys.

..... The kids greeted me in the usual dull manner as they were being taught Grammar by a female teacher, the one who was chasing the kid the other day. The way the head teacher was like I will work hard here and this place wasn't for the lazy folks. Telling me that a lot of teachers had resigned particularly because of this set of children, like that was supposed to scare me. He hyped the school so much, one would expect them to speak English if not with the Queen's accent, at least with the right intonation but no, the children's spoken English wasn't better than what I hear from kids on my street. Even my previous school children spoke better English than this lots did and Heaven knows that the director didn't have air conditioning unit in her office talk more of her classrooms. The Head teacher's English was just as awful and the language teacher was speaking like she was in the garage. No flamboyance or charm, nothing. No wonder the children spoke in the manner in which they did.

.....I was right after all, the school was all packaging and little substance. I had serious work on my hands.

..... I trekked back home and was soaked afterwards in sweat, all the while thinking if this job wasn't a trap after all and I also remembered the Head teacher mentioning that a very popular actress in Nigeria had one of her kids in my class. He said it like it was some kind of achievement when in truth, it was bad news. The kid was actually new since we were currently in second term of that academic year which meant that if the kid fails to improve or regresses, the blame will be squarely on my shoulders. I could leave this job and swallow my pride to be the assistant teacher in the school my former employer sent me to or I could kill my fear and face head-on what others ran from.

......I choose the latter and decided to resume the next day but before then I needed clean clothes. I brought out my dirty wears and headed outside to get them washed but I stopped in my tracks because all of the threads for spreading clothes was used and even the space on the fence was occupied. I was livid for not only the thread which the clothes were spread on was my own but the fact that my towel which I hug outside and a few rags were tossed aside. The rags were tossed to the ground, behind my window and my towel was pulled from the thread and folded on the nail that joined the thread to the wall.

.....How could someone be this inhumane? Who could have done this? Whenever this thread breaks, no one will bother joining it, instead, they will leave it to me and once, me , the mumu has done their bidding, they will return once again with their clothes. Enough was enough. What was more irritating was the fact that female under wears was hung on the thread directly in front of my window. Only one woman would be this stupid to do this.

I marched to Deborah's room, I was done calling her Mummy Michael. I knocked heavily without a care in the world. She answered rudely per usual but I was having none of it that morning.
"Deborah, go out there and pull your rags off my thread." I said sternly and I heard a chuckle from one of the rooms. Her eyes flashed after I called her by her last name.
"Na me you dey call Deborah. Shey ori ye ti da ru ni( are you mentally stable). Emi, ni omo ibo yi pe Debora(it's me, this Ibo boy is calling Deborah). Ewo bobo yin sha (Look at this boy oh). You don dey Bleep na, that's why you fit dey call me Deborah. Oma ri be (it will be like that na). Oloriburuku omo....." She kept ranting. I had heard enough. It seemed because they think that I am young, they can all ride me.
I returned to the back of the house, picked one of her buckets and started pulling off her clothes, dropping them into the bucket.
"Alex, shey oti ya were ni (Alex, have you gone mad)." She screamed but I ignored her and continue with what I was doing. She started shouting but strangely, no one came out. I expected Grandma to be outside now and the landlord at least but they were either not around or they couldn't be bothered. She continued with her curses but I ignored her and when I was done, I moved her bucket away from my window. If she likes, she should pick it up, if she likes she shouldn't.

I moved past her and went to fetch water to begin my washing. When I returned, I still found her there, waiting and quietly staring at me with red eyes. She was really struggling not to cry but I could care less.

"Iwo(You)............. Iwo(You).......... " She whispered repeatedly and then left. I hissed and continued with my washing.

..... I should have uploaded earlier and I am sorry didn't. I can't, not tonight at least but I promise a double update tomorrow. Abeg, make una no vex. Thanks for the comments and likes.

zelaws:
solomonbrown64 Following closely bro! I just sent you a message on whatsapp

....Seen bro. ..