During my long wait for NYSC, I took up a teaching job in a primary school in yola, Adamawa state.I was assigned to primary 3. I had 19 students, 16 Muslims and 3 Christians. I taught every subject except IRK (Islamic Religous Knowledge) and French, and this remains one of my most thrilling life experience.
I had this wonderful student. For the sake of privacy, let's call her "sweetheart". She has two sisters and they are unbelievably intelligent. How can all your kids be first in their classes?? And the gap they give the second position is outstanding. Her handwriting is "pitch perfect". Let's just say I am in awe of this girl child.
How can I mark your script and search for where to subtract marks?? Can you imagine she also excelled in "Fine freaking Arts???" how can you possibly love maths and know how to draw all the farm tools too?? And before you think the exams are easy, I set a standard in my class. My exams for 8year olds had objectives, subjectives and essay. So if you passed my exams in flying colours, you are really good. I'm a cool teacher huh??....lool
Then her dad approached me, Teacher Victoria, to teach his extra brainy kids. At this time, I already had about 9 students I was teaching at home. I was making about 70k(salary plus lesson fees). As a fresh graduate, that was big money!!! So I accepted to teach them because I knew these kids wouldnt give me lot of stress.
I started teaching them at home. They own a very big compound, the gate is quite far from the house. There is a small shed beside the gate where we hold our lessons.
Everything went smoothly until this fateful day. I arrived the house for my lessons only to find out they were not bck from school. I waited patiently till they got back home with their dad. I watched them get dressed and helped them tidy up so we could begin. I was just dishing out instructions to the kids, which notes to carry, when their dad called me inside the house.
Ghen ghen!!!
Now, this man is the most strict morafocker I know. I have never seen him smile!! Kanye west has got nothing on him. His daughters dread him!! So my mind was crystal clear as I stepped into the house.
He just grabbed me to himself...and for a second I thought something evil was behind me, but then he brought his face towards me...then it dawned on me the iriat wanted to kiss me. so many thoughts ran through my head...What the freaking frack?!!!!!!!! what's going on here?? Did I miss a memo or something??
Maybe you dont understand me yet. There has been no sort of "chyking" or flirting whatsoever, so this came as an unpleasant surprise....almost like a demon visited him momentarily.
In shock, I pushed him away, totally disgusted!! He dragged me forcefully to himself again, and I shouted "leave me alone!!!!"
Thats when his daughter, "sweetheart" was approaching, he left immediately and went into his room.
My eyes brimming with tears, I walked back to my students, shaken to my bones. I was teaching and crying, and my babies couldnt understand what was wrong with aunty. That was the last day I stepped into the house.
Funny enough, the he-diot...abi he goat never deemed it fit to apologize for such unruly behaviour, rather he called to rant about how I abandoned his kids.
Na there I provoke!! I cursed the man with all the venom i had in me. I have never abused any elderly man like I did to that man, I wasnt even interested in the lesson fee for that month again sef.
When I think back on all these memories that shaped the person I am today, and what many women have to go through in the hand of randy bosses, I am thankful that I wasnt a victim.
Have a lovely day!!
JustVikkytorya
3 comments:
Impressive. Not so many have the guts to pull through this. Keep doing your thing girlie. I de ur side!
Aaarrrggghhh!!! Now this mr man needed some unforgettable lesson to be taught him!...one hot slap* See wahala o!!! Thank God you shouted o...and his daughter came around too...Extra caution needs to be taken by ladies...especially younger ones. Thanks for sharing your experience...lotta lessons learnt I tell you! :)
Na Wah o! Babe,u 4 use Igbo brain na,charge am extra fee & change venue of the lesson.
U even get mind still dey teach & cry.
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