Senior Gori | by Jane Kareem

My freedom came the day he hit me for not being able to get a large smudge off his favourite singlet. He had worn it to play football the previous day and my fragile hands could not do the work he expected. For the first time ever, I raised my voice at him and he punched me square in the face, giving me a black eye. It was my ticket to freedom and all I needed to do was to show my face to Mr. Kay, our house master. As expected, Senior Gori threatened me and I did the needed, or so I thought – I kept shut… … More Senior Gori | by Jane Kareem