She wore big scary spectacled and a large,very very large robe like dress.i could tell she had long hair coz once in a while,the wind blew away her veil n she struggled to hold it back.I kept wondering what was the big deal if her veil chucked-but i never questioned.Am a firm believer of respecting peoples religion and beliefs..I was not her favorite student,heck she didnt even teach me any subjects but somehow i reckon she loved the sound of my name-fact that she called it funnily notwithstanding.....she mentioned me at my best,at my not-so-good moments and also at my worsts.
I had always known she didnt like mi.Not that she hated me-coz thats quite a strong word but if she was given a chance to pick ten girls for a trip abroad,ad be number 20 in her list.One evening,something queer happend that changed my perception completely.I finally understood where she came from.The conversation i had with her opened up my eyes.For sure i was trouble but too stuborn to admit.
I had just received a parcel fro the now infamous KBS and she was holding it for me.I was called from klass and i kept wondering what i had done coz she never called me unless she wanted to scold me or tell me some not so good words.on this particular sun evning,she asked me what i thought ad get.N i told her grade B and above.She was furious-she couldnt believe it was 7months to KCSE and i was still putting myself within a range.she arm-twisted me with all sorts of words to make me be specific but i stuck to my answer.Exams can go either way and i had known my capabilities,i knew i wasnt gonna get an A star-but then again i wasnt dummy.so we talked,conversed and agreed that ad go think about it and give her my thoughts.I spent the whole evening thinking about what we had discussed and i knew there and then what i was gonna get.I knew i still had time to improve where i was to where i belonged and from that evening,it changed my perception of her.
Our love-hate relationship was so interesting.Some days she would wake up totally loving me and other days i was a pain in her-not-so right places.she could at times call me all sort of names and i wondered if her religion allowed that.I never realized then,what i realize now.All she wanted was to mould me-all i did was to fight her.I cant change the hands of time but i do believe its never too late to go back n say THANK YOU!!!!!
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