a whole year...was this perhaps the reason I wanted to sit for my kcpe the previous year? I asked myself. I was still on the journey to "my lost glory". Alone never felt this hard. Class 8, continuous assessment test 1 and I failed terribly. Terribly. This warranted serious canning and forced to write targets for the next test. Again, failure in the second continuous assessment test. This meant another serious canning. But this
I saw my mother approach, from afar. She wore a yellow coat. I felt a feeling of relieve. That I was no longer alone. When she reached my bed, she stood by my side. We did not talk. We just stared. At least that is what I recall. I wondered where the rest of my family was. I later came to know about the various restrictions that had been put at the time. Keep reading.
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