By Moses Abeka
At his favorite rickety table in the staff room, he gazes at the timetable. He should be in class but he won’t step there. The spirit is willing but the body is weak, he is on strike.
Looking at the timetable again, nostalgia grips his soul. He misses Ortega, the cheeky back bencher whose mother was so grateful when his parent elevated. He remembers her smile and smiles to himself. He misses classes.
The last time he was in class he asked a noble question.
“By show of hands, who wants to become a teacher in future?”
No one raised their hands. They were neither writing nor were their hands too heavy.
The kindergarten teacher he was dating told him a different tale when she asked the same question.
“Me teacher, me teacher” they screamed, so she said.
But his class was different, S.2 kids at the peak of adolescence.
So the army bought a saucepan at shs. 2m, yet am seeking 40k top up to my salary. Even Okello the head cook laughed at the news.
[showmyads]
Does the saucepan have wireless internet? Is it bullet proof or gold coated? May be it uses solar to cook posho or is it the latest model of aluminium… may be!?
I would be earning but my minister is “A-LOOP-HOLE”, the money won’t come.
Tomorrow, wait there is a dark tomorrow if men like Kibuule remain in big positions.
