TEACHING PRACTICE NOVEL.
Part 5: The unexpected
Am sorry Mwalimu, please wait for me here, don't leave. Let me deal with these girls I'll be back shortly. Madam said. Anger and disappointment written all over her face. Of course I was disappointed too. How can you fail to be angry by such? When you are about to eat your prey then it's taken away? Those of us who eat mutura knows how it feels when you buy your delicacy then as you are taking it to the mouth someone hits your had and the mutura goes to the ground. I watched madam leave the house and imagined where I could be now if these silly girls had not interrupted everything. Wait did I call them silly? Noooo these are not silly, the beauties of Cardinal Otunga, the finest girls you can ever meet.
Madam took longer than she had expected as the girls had injured each other. She had no otherwise but to take them to the hospital, the school dispensary did not offer stitching services. Now you know the extent of the damage these damsels had caused to each other. On her way out madam came to her house to inform me of the proceedings, Mwalimu it can't happen, we can't do it today, I have to get the girl to the hospital. My concentration was not even in her words, my eyes were fixed on her chest, madam was around thirty seven but her boobs were still firm and pointing, yaani nyonyo zimesimama na huwezi jua amekuwa mkubwa!! This made me wonder if she has any children. All in all she gave me simple instructions, where to get breakfast, showed me the bathroom and the keys to the house and told me leave before daybreak. She kissed me lightly before she left. I could still feel her heart beat going faster. Mmmm kumbe pia bado anataka.
Now I was alone in this house. I quickly took a shower. Ate my breakfast, a heavy meal indeed and left the house. I carried the keys with me since I didn't know where to keep them.
It was around six twenty when I arrived in the staff room. Some teachers had arrived including some.of my fellow trainees. When I entered I discovered they were talking about me for they all stopped talking and looked at me. Mum taught me courtesy so I had to greet them not waving at them, being a Luhya we believe in handshakes, wachana na hii ya Raila na Uhuru. I moved around greeting each and every teacher complimenting them individually. As a man praise a woman on her physical appearance and they will all be in smiles.
I went to my working point pretended to be preparing for the day but in real sense my mind was clouded by the images of the deputy principal. I was feeling her firm boobs on my chest, her passionate kisses, the fragrance of her perfume, woow was I dreaming? "Good morning Greg" this brought me back to reality. It was Anne, a beauty queen from KU she extended her hand to me, "Good morning too madam" I replied. You are smart and beautiful. I added. I saw her lips burst into a smile and I knew my words had the intended effect. Objective achieved. Thank you Greg, she replied and left for her working point.
I was still thinking about the morning evens when my phone vibrated, a message alert. "Kindly Mwalimu attend the the Kiswahili lesson in form 3B for me, am still in the hospital, I miss you" It was the deputy principal again. This madam how can you miss me when you are such a beautiful woman? How many young men have you told the same statement? But this was not what got my attention, my attention was caught by the fact that she told me to teach a senior class, this was not normal as all teacher trainees were allocated lessons in the junior classes. This madam trusts me and I was not ready to fail her. I called her back to ask which aspect should I handle and she gave mey favorite, Fasihi, Kidagaa Kimemwozea, the set book that I had read and had everything at my finger tips, another sure bet.
When the bell rang announcing the beginning of the lessons, I took my set book and went straight to the class. My presence in the class e
Am sorry Mwalimu, please wait for me here, don't leave. Let me deal with these girls I'll be back shortly. Madam said. Anger and disappointment written all over her face. Of course I was disappointed too. How can you fail to be angry by such? When you are about to eat your prey then it's taken away? Those of us who eat mutura knows how it feels when you buy your delicacy then as you are taking it to the mouth someone hits your had and the mutura goes to the ground. I watched madam leave the house and imagined where I could be now if these silly girls had not interrupted everything. Wait did I call them silly? Noooo these are not silly, the beauties of Cardinal Otunga, the finest girls you can ever meet.
Madam took longer than she had expected as the girls had injured each other. She had no otherwise but to take them to the hospital, the school dispensary did not offer stitching services. Now you know the extent of the damage these damsels had caused to each other. On her way out madam came to her house to inform me of the proceedings, Mwalimu it can't happen, we can't do it today, I have to get the girl to the hospital. My concentration was not even in her words, my eyes were fixed on her chest, madam was around thirty seven but her boobs were still firm and pointing, yaani nyonyo zimesimama na huwezi jua amekuwa mkubwa!! This made me wonder if she has any children. All in all she gave me simple instructions, where to get breakfast, showed me the bathroom and the keys to the house and told me leave before daybreak. She kissed me lightly before she left. I could still feel her heart beat going faster. Mmmm kumbe pia bado anataka.
Now I was alone in this house. I quickly took a shower. Ate my breakfast, a heavy meal indeed and left the house. I carried the keys with me since I didn't know where to keep them.
It was around six twenty when I arrived in the staff room. Some teachers had arrived including some.of my fellow trainees. When I entered I discovered they were talking about me for they all stopped talking and looked at me. Mum taught me courtesy so I had to greet them not waving at them, being a Luhya we believe in handshakes, wachana na hii ya Raila na Uhuru. I moved around greeting each and every teacher complimenting them individually. As a man praise a woman on her physical appearance and they will all be in smiles.
I went to my working point pretended to be preparing for the day but in real sense my mind was clouded by the images of the deputy principal. I was feeling her firm boobs on my chest, her passionate kisses, the fragrance of her perfume, woow was I dreaming? "Good morning Greg" this brought me back to reality. It was Anne, a beauty queen from KU she extended her hand to me, "Good morning too madam" I replied. You are smart and beautiful. I added. I saw her lips burst into a smile and I knew my words had the intended effect. Objective achieved. Thank you Greg, she replied and left for her working point.
I was still thinking about the morning evens when my phone vibrated, a message alert. "Kindly Mwalimu attend the the Kiswahili lesson in form 3B for me, am still in the hospital, I miss you" It was the deputy principal again. This madam how can you miss me when you are such a beautiful woman? How many young men have you told the same statement? But this was not what got my attention, my attention was caught by the fact that she told me to teach a senior class, this was not normal as all teacher trainees were allocated lessons in the junior classes. This madam trusts me and I was not ready to fail her. I called her back to ask which aspect should I handle and she gave mey favorite, Fasihi, Kidagaa Kimemwozea, the set book that I had read and had everything at my finger tips, another sure bet.
When the bell rang announcing the beginning of the lessons, I took my set book and went straight to the class. My presence in the class e
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