This article was
written in loving memory of my primary school days at Busara Forest View
Academy (BFVA) Nyahururu.
Spare the rod and spoil the child!!!
“The following students to meet me outside the staff room immediately!” roared Mr. Okello the deputy headmaster in his usual stentorian voice. The dining hall suddenly fell silent, so silent that one could hear a pin drop. We all looked nervously at each other. Although it remained unspoken, we each wondered who had crossed Mr. Okello’s path this time and silently sent a prayer to the heavens that none of us were on that sheet of paper he now held in his hands.
Spare the rod and spoil the child!!!
“The following students to meet me outside the staff room immediately!” roared Mr. Okello the deputy headmaster in his usual stentorian voice. The dining hall suddenly fell silent, so silent that one could hear a pin drop. We all looked nervously at each other. Although it remained unspoken, we each wondered who had crossed Mr. Okello’s path this time and silently sent a prayer to the heavens that none of us were on that sheet of paper he now held in his hands.
