The lives of our future teachers at KIE

Since KIE is close to the place where I enjoy pizza, I couldn’t help but pass by. Remember when a professor in SFB asked a question that caused a wave of panic in the class - If Tom was taking three eggs home, and two of them fell and broke, how many did he take home? Well, this is what one of our future teachers answered - “Naturally, Tom wouldn’t go home. After breaking all those eggs, his mother wouldn’t let him step home. If I were Tom, I wouldn’t go home either.” Completely shocked, I quickly walked away before the stupidity was passed on to me. Walking around and admiring the beauty of their big storied buildings, I noticed a campuser walking to class. This fashion seemed to be common among the students. He wore big green trousers that swept all the air around, including blowing the poor plants to the ground. His shirt - as if brown in colour – was another story; it was so huge that one could think he was hiding mangoes in it. Is this just a teacher thing or its compulsory? I reminisced about my high school teachers cladding similar outfits.Teachers will always be teachers - walking into another class room which I believe was the Chemistry and Physics class, I soon confirmed that these people don’t leave what they study in their books, they put it into practice. This dude sat with his babe enjoying a conversation. It was clear it was a heart to heart talk. Luckily, I managed to eavesdrop part of the vibe that floated in the air. “I like you because your body is chemically balanced, fundamentally defined and mathematically solved,” said the dude. “Oh Fred,” she giggled, “You’re as funny, like the comic strip in the New Times,” she added. I am keeping some of the other ‘hot’ lines for myself but trust me, they were downright X-rated. And rumour has it that this is the dude with the hottest vibe in the institute. I am surely trying out these lines and hopefully, I won’t be single for too long. Hearing the conversation around the compound, some ladies argued about the migration routes that the Ngoni of South Africa used. I took off at breakneck speed when one of the ladies said, “Don’t argue with me, I was there!”