*THE GHOST BOY AND THE FEMALE* TEACHER.
(Episode 3)
How can I continue writing on the board when the boy I'm writing it for is seriously sobbing? I asked myself and stopped writing.
During my interview, they had asked me how I would handle a child who is slow in learning and writing and I had given them my answer which they found satisfactory, now there's a boy who is not slow in learning, Instead he is requesting me to grant him a wish, hmmm Is this a test or a setup? What do I do?
I turned around, facing the empty class and the boy. He was still sobbing his head was buried on his desk.
I looked around first, on the ceiling and edges of the classroom walls to see if there were cameras watching but there were none. Then I looked out through the windows and doors to check if someone was watching me, but no one was watching. Then I moved closer to the boy.
"Stop crying" I said patting and caressing his back.
He raised his head, his eyes were red and clouded with tears. His demeanour expressed that he needed empathy yet he looked so cute, his scanty beards, was curled up on his jaw and from his both side head down to his cheek, his pink lips, when wet with saliva and tears makes him more cute that starring too much at him could make someone fall in love with him. Awnnn! he still looks adorable as he cried' I said in my mind and smiled on one side of my lips.
"I don't have much time aunty. I really don't have much time on this earth. Please help me!" He held my hand and started to plead, the softness of his palm on my hand and the way he caressed my hand gently made my heart to tingle and a ton of sweetness or love or something like that travelled all over my body. He has this gentle touch of the kind of man I easily crush on and God knows I've never felt that way before.
"Please help me!"
"Okay,,, okay" I said, carefully taking away my hand from him. "I will help you but first wipe your tears"
He wiped his tears with the back of his hand, but tears were still coming so I reached for my hanky on the big Financial accounting textbook I came to the class with and offered it to him to wipe his tears properly.
"Thank you." He said wiping off his tears properly. "No one has offered me his personal belongings since I came to this area"
I stared at him confused "Since you came to this area?" I asked, wondering if he doesn't have parents or, if he had come to live in the area all by him self.
"Yes! Since I came to this area" He affirmed.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I can't tell you ma, I'm not allowed to say some things just help me please" He said.
"How can I help you, when I don't know you" I said. "Not even your name?"
He paused for a while, staring into an empty space and I kept my eyes on him. When he was satisfied with his silence, he strayed his eyes towards me.
"My name is Godwin....... Godwin Somadina Ebere"
Then, he lowered his face like someone who was feeling ashamed or who was possessed.
"Believe me Aunty,,, I am what you wouldn't like to know" He muttered.
To be continued.....
How can I continue writing on the board when the boy I'm writing it for is seriously sobbing? I asked myself and stopped writing.
During my interview, they had asked me how I would handle a child who is slow in learning and writing and I had given them my answer which they found satisfactory, now there's a boy who is not slow in learning, Instead he is requesting me to grant him a wish, hmmm Is this a test or a setup? What do I do?
I turned around, facing the empty class and the boy. He was still sobbing his head was buried on his desk.
I looked around first, on the ceiling and edges of the classroom walls to see if there were cameras watching but there were none. Then I looked out through the windows and doors to check if someone was watching me, but no one was watching. Then I moved closer to the boy.
"Stop crying" I said patting and caressing his back.
He raised his head, his eyes were red and clouded with tears. His demeanour expressed that he needed empathy yet he looked so cute, his scanty beards, was curled up on his jaw and from his both side head down to his cheek, his pink lips, when wet with saliva and tears makes him more cute that starring too much at him could make someone fall in love with him. Awnnn! he still looks adorable as he cried' I said in my mind and smiled on one side of my lips.
"I don't have much time aunty. I really don't have much time on this earth. Please help me!" He held my hand and started to plead, the softness of his palm on my hand and the way he caressed my hand gently made my heart to tingle and a ton of sweetness or love or something like that travelled all over my body. He has this gentle touch of the kind of man I easily crush on and God knows I've never felt that way before.
"Please help me!"
"Okay,,, okay" I said, carefully taking away my hand from him. "I will help you but first wipe your tears"
He wiped his tears with the back of his hand, but tears were still coming so I reached for my hanky on the big Financial accounting textbook I came to the class with and offered it to him to wipe his tears properly.
"Thank you." He said wiping off his tears properly. "No one has offered me his personal belongings since I came to this area"
I stared at him confused "Since you came to this area?" I asked, wondering if he doesn't have parents or, if he had come to live in the area all by him self.
"Yes! Since I came to this area" He affirmed.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I can't tell you ma, I'm not allowed to say some things just help me please" He said.
"How can I help you, when I don't know you" I said. "Not even your name?"
He paused for a while, staring into an empty space and I kept my eyes on him. When he was satisfied with his silence, he strayed his eyes towards me.
"My name is Godwin....... Godwin Somadina Ebere"
Then, he lowered his face like someone who was feeling ashamed or who was possessed.
"Believe me Aunty,,, I am what you wouldn't like to know" He muttered.
To be continued.....
