The Party in The Big House
Photo credit: freepik The other day, I went out to buy some essentials and I passed by the building I used to work in. It's funny how a distant memory suddenly came to me, flooding my mind. This happened not so long ago, when I was still working in an English academy. It all began on November 28, 2018, Wednesday, when the eldest of our students, a 16-year-old pretty and assertive girl, suddenly started going around asking, or to be more accurate, yelling at teachers to “Come my house December 8, Saturday, you eat dinner there, I will tell Ms. Rachel, Ms. Rachel will say yes. Our boarding house, have, has, one, two, three floors, and big, big garden. We play Hide and Seek, okay?! Yes?! You come?!” Ms. Rachel, by the way, is the boarding house owner. Thinking that this was just an invitation from an energetic girl, I said Yes. No sooner had I said yes than the other youngsters dashed to me saying, or yelling, “Teacher come, teacher come? Teacher come! Already, y