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TEACHER JOYCE : BOY SCHOOL CHRONICLES

I was 25, a bachelor of Education Graduate from a prestigious University around The city Of Nairobi. I had just completed  my studies in Biology and Applied Sciences. That was my area of expertise. Due to the lag period I had heard previously that teachers can tarmac for sometime before getting a “good job” , I had opted out for sometime to negotiate a top job in one of the thriving private  prominent schools. 

I went for the interview and surprisingly, there wasn’t any harsh words nor appearances from The board. It consisted of 6 members. Two ladies and four gentlemen. All dressed to impress. Only the smiles and the teeth could say something good was cooking behind my back. I thought. Before, I walked out, they asked me about my reaction if I was to be placed in one of their  boys schools since they had a chain of schools both mixed and single schools. I was at first confused and reluctant because I didn’t know what would happen if I said I can’t teach in  a boys school. I automatically knew my dressing would change and I would be restricted to some official baggy looking clothing for reasons better keep them to myself. But since I really needed the job, I said a confident “yes”. They thanked me and I responded by greeting the six interlocutors and walked out of the room aside having many thoughts. 

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part 3: HE FOLLOWED ME TO THE INSIDES

part one : HERE

part two : HERE

this is part three of the story.↓↓

‘What do you really want with me?’ she asked again. She cried painfully as she gazed at his merciless face. Every time she raised her head to look at him, frothy blood-like saliva would flow from the left side of her mouth to the dirty floor. She directed her eyes on the grimy bathroom floor as she pretended not be looking at the knife in his socks. She wore a pitiful look like a forlorn whose beloved had scorned her and departed with another. She had a feeling that this guy would be contended and satisfied after making a meal out of her. She was sure about this guy killing her. She had never come in terms with such a ruthless man before in her life.

SHE HAD BLED SUFFERED AND PERSERVERED THROUGH A LOT OF DIFFERENT TORTURE

SHE HAD BLED SUFFERED AND PERSERVERED THROUGH A LOT OF DIFFERENT TORTURE

This bandit did not show any sign of coming into a consensus with Sherry. He got close to her and held her hair pulling her towards the bathroom window. As she grabbed her hair into a knot and pulled her entire body weight, she screamed so hard that it necessitated the collector to give her a facial blow that made her lay unconscious on the tied up chair. She laid her head on the side as blood trickled ceaselessly from her mouth. Her deep cuts on the face and bleeding abrasions could not hide her damaged face anymore. Why could a man do such things to a lady?

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