At the time, I had a Casio watch. I can’t remember where I got it from because I didn’t buy it. It was going to be my buffer on that drowsy mission I was on to incase for some reason best known to the witch in my village – I don’t get to hear the bell. On a good day, really, I’d hear it, though it was far from my dorm. It was those old, big bells like that of a Cathedral. I also knew it was quite the risk, but that’s what the Casio watch was for; to watch my back! Apparently, it didn’t. How? I can’t tell. More

It must have been on a Wednesday when I decided to skip lunch because, unlike other days, the menu that day was not so enticing. So, skipping lunch was bearable. We were having mothukoi, and on such a day, if you’re not a prefect on duty, you were not going to be enjoying the premium version of that, which was ‘spiked’ with a lot of cooking oil and onions; in sheng, we called it ngata. In our school, meals preserved for prefects were called chamber. We found them being called so when we joined Form One, and I figure it’s because the cooks served and set it aside in sufurias in a secluded part of the kitchen—a chamber. More