I don’t need to close my eyes to recreate this particular memory. Even as I think about it, I can smell what my seatmate brought to school for lunch that day. It was Indomie and a boiled egg sealed in a stainless steel vacuum flask that was identical to mine. When she opened it, the aroma that slithered across my nostrils instantly upset my tummy and I was unable to eat the rest of my lunch. I was unaware that this discomfort would be insignificant compared to the pain I would feel in the coming hour.
Oh my Irawo! I’m really sorry that you went through this. How vile of your teacher!😣
I’m grateful that you’ve forgiven her although she has left a scar in your heart. ♥️