MAJOTI; MY SECONDARY SCHOOL HEADMASTER. Part 2
This article is a continuation of my previous post, Majoti; My secondary school headmaster. He did not repeat his words. I heard his shoe make the sounds off the floor as he walked away. At that very moment, I knew I was in trouble. I waited for him to leave my room, immediately which I left my blankets. By the time I got out of my dormitory, Nkula House 35 and through Shire House’s dormitory 21, he was already at the steps to his office, about 40 metres or so away. To date, I fail to comprehend what rocket science was used to move at such an alarming speed. At this time, I knew I had to be in his office as quickly as possible, so I ran and I breathed with oxygen that seemed to fast be escaping from my nose. I arrived at the door just as he was playing with his huge bunch of keys to find the right key to his office. The door opened. He entered his office and as I tried to follow suit, leaving my famous wave zone sandals on the doormat, he turned back and kicked them off his d