Reconsidering the use of violence as a disciplinary tool

At Form 2, my teacher was a burly Indian man, likely in his 30s. I was 14. We sat in neat rows of two. Behind me, was a boy, at least two years older than me. He liked making the class laugh. On that day, we were solving a Maths problem, and there was utter silence. Minds were at work. Our teacher was sitting at his desk, waiting for allocated time to expire.

He sported a dark moustache, that reminded me of the chinese Kung Fu masters I had seen in the films at the village cinema. The boys joked, the moustache made him look like a cat.

Something happened, that would make me hate Maths for years. Concealed behind me, the lad, released a loud, “meeeewwwww”, in imitation of a cat. The teacher picked it. When he advanced in my direction, I could not have known what was to follow. I was, by all counts, an unlikely culprit. A graduate of my mothers university of good manners, I was well behaved. The only vice I ever had, was holding my ground in argument. And I did it, with respect.

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Something ought to be done about deadly A3 Road

The accident which happened near Marapong village comes after yet another horrific accident which claimed 16 lives in July last year near Hubona. These stats don’t include other accidents where fatalities were not as many as the two.While several factors may have contributed to the two accidents and many others, many believe the biggest with that road is the bad state that the road is in. Unconfirmed reports in the most recent accident state...

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