I never thought my English Teacher had any weight in her words when she kept repeating the phrase “The Pen was mightier than the sword” until after reading an article in the Kenyan Daily Post about how an English Teacher(not the same one as mine) died after reading the following composition:

English teacher died after reading this composition

The Kenyan DAILY POST 


I was asleep. The jogoo shouted three times, I opened one eye and left the other to sleep abit. I was wishing I had slept with my uniforms putted on, but I realized if wishes were chickens beggars would been laying eggs. 
I woke up with only one eye open n and I was looking where the karai was put I wash my face. I found some cotton which I used to burn the jiko and cook a chai without milk called sturungi. I drank the sturungi haphazardy and hurriendily with a big piece of kiugali which had remained at night. I put on my uniforms and then I painted myself with fat and because there was no kiwi I had to paint my shoes with fat to.
I took a paperbag put books and biros then ran my everything, I beated the first corner hardly then as I was beatin the second corner I heard the school bell cry ncgririr nkngrirriririri nckgrrrirrrrr!!! I knew nimelate. When I reached the gate!! You don’t want to know!! Mr Mogaka was standing at the gate with a big black nyahunyo. 
I was so afraid that I almost urinated. I was asked “why are you late? I said “ makaa was poured with water at night” teacher asked “ what has that to do with you coming to school late” I told him “ the jiko was late to burn so it delayed cookin strong’ he said, “That is no excuse!! Touch your toes!! I started to remove my shoes so I can touch the toes but he told me I just  bend, he gave me the first nyahunyo on my buttocks,hehe it was as hot as a boiling water, I dried that one, he gave me the second one pap!! This one was much hotter n started
hearing to cry, when the third one was given to me I heard so much pain that I touched my buttocks, the teacher said “ you have erased that one!! I will have to give you another one!!” When I was given the fourth nyahunyo, tears started getting out of my eyes uncontroullably.
The teacher said”You removing tears for who!! I don’t want to see even a smell of tear, ran to class and don’t late tomorrow”. My buttocks as I went to class were hearing as if sitting in a burning jiko.. I dried the tears because my classmate would laugh at me for crying.
When I entered class I walked slowly to my desk and when I tried to sit it was so pain I could not seet. So I seeted on air above my chair holding my desk. From that day I sweya I will never come to school late again even if the makaa was poured on water!!!.


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