In Summary
  • When my father talked to me the other week, he seemed to empathise with me.
  • I reassured him that all was well, and I reminded him that Sapphire is still a teacher despite all the things he had done.

Those of you who have been following Mwisho wa Lami happenings on these pages know about my work troubles. Through all this, I have had to be strong, and not show anyone — even my wife — that I was going through a rough patch.

Of course, these stories reached my folks, with the version that I had not just been demoted as Deputy HM, but I risked losing my teaching job altogether.

“His days are numbered,” Sapphire told everyone at Hitler’s.

Wacha tuone maringo atapeleka wapi,” said Rasto, whom I have helped very many times.

When my father talked to me the other week, he seemed to empathise with me. I reassured him that all was well, and I reminded him that Sapphire is still a teacher despite all the things he had done.

TRUE COLOURS

I then gave him something small, just to show him I was not suffering. He walked straight to Hitler’s where, once he got drunk, I hear his true feelings came out.

Wacha atolewe madaraka, hata afutwe,” he is reported to have said about me. “Mshahara yake hatujaona hata siku moja”. He told everyone that he had expected that, once I got employed, I would build him a new house, but I did not. “Tunaumia ni kama hatuma mtoto ako na mshahara kubwa.” All these reached me the same day.

Although she never talked about it, Fiolina, the laugh of my life, seemed to like what I was going through. She has always believed that if I wanted her to get a teaching job, I could do it instantly. The people who know me well know that I am pro-women, and my joy is when women advance in their education and careers. My problem with Fiolina is not that she is a woman; it is about her personality.

Given her maringo, imagine how she would treat me if she were to become a TSC teacher. That said, I, however, have never blocked her from getting a TSC job. Nevertheless, she seemed to like what I was going through; and while she didn’t want me fired, she wanted me to be taught a lesson.

At school, the teachers who had seemed to be on my side quickly shifted alliances to Kuya. Last week, they all turned up for a staff meeting Kuya called for and chaired.

Clearly I was alone, with no one standing with me, until the other week on Friday. That’s the day Kuya had asked to be allowed to use my office.

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