My Earlier Days As An Aspiring Artist
This picture of me here captured one of the nostalgia painful years of my school life back in Std 5 over 22 years ago. A maths teacher walks into a classroom full of learners and asked who the artist is in the room? All learners pointed at me with much enthusiasm and confidence to match. He looked at me and said: 'Mfana, are you sure you can draw serious stuff?' To which I replied yes. He was a teacher every learner feared and at times, despised. I thought it was a great moment for me restore my dignity from his countless humiliations exerted upon my direction. Mind you, then coporal punishment was in its mightiest. Each time he punished the classroom for making noise, the whip from his hand became rigoriously firm when it landed on my head, in my hand or at my behind. It is as if he made sure I felt the whip hundred times. He ordered me to come up with two notices/posters of NO SMOKING wherein I drew a cigarette burning and cross the line over it. He directed that