THE TWIST OF FATE
Rhetorical questions still lingered in my mind. What was the meaning of all this? I mean, why did it have to happen so? And, why me? Why? On a chilly cold morning, I woke up just as usual to go and learn a new thing. I take a shower and hurriedly rush to class. Mhh, those who know the boarding school issues, waking up at 5.00 am to go for preps as we called them. Funny to mention that in my school it was not compulsory. I guess it’s because there was a drawing on a wall on your way to the administration block that had pictures and was written “The choice is yours”. And guess what, you won’t expect it to be compulsory in the “School of Men” as we called it, especially for the form fours (Sheng’ -Bom – nei). It was on the high-rise of student’s rights and freedom awareness campaigns. Alas! On reaching class, I couldn’t believe what my eyes saw. My locker was badly dismantled with the top thrown away. At first, I even didn’t see the top anywhere. I became very confused and dum...