My worst day in High school.

By Jemedari Mwanawakiume

That day there was no electricity in
our mixed secondary school.
Night blackouts were my best class
times as opposed to mathematics
lessons which were like leprosy to
me.
Mito the class prefect lit a torch but
I shouted,"ZIMA TORCH TUFANYE
VITU ZETU."Before I finished, Salim
threw a big left over ugali at Mito's
big nose and the torch fell down
and broke.
It was now time to carress my
deskmate called Sophy who was
hotter than our Sunday morning
uji.
I let out my left hand into her skirt
as commotion arose in class over
the Mito ugali throw.
Today Sophy's thigh was hard and
hairy. Was it her really ? I didn't
care as I continued into her pant
and felt a hard straight thing. I
knew it was a banana she kept in
her pant because she was very
foodius and that day was visiting.
As I tried to pull the banana away
to free space for attack by my poor
fingers, the lights came back.
I fainted because, it was not Sophy
but our deputy principal
monitoring me for an expulsion...