Letter From The Female Ward, and It’s Lessons in The Strangeness in Ingenuity

The School Head and his Deputy choked through the words that had been carefully chosen to admonish the senseless impertinence of my defence Nhamo Muchagumisa My expulsion from school had turned out to be an indisputable certainty, and the bleak landscape of my future life spread ahead of me with a sombre cheerlessness that drove chills down my spine. The way I had effortlessly professed my innocence had, however, left me faintly satisfied that I could not have done any better. I was being accused of conspiracy to conceal a wrongdoing of the most despicable nature in a Christian boarding school. It was supposed that together with four other Form Four boys I had carried a drunken teenager whom we had mistaken for a new Form Five student into the boys’ hostels. A tarmac road cut through the mission school, marking the boundary between the boys’ hostels and the main school campus. The boy had been found lying by the roadside that fateful Saturday afternoon, with one empty beer bottle by his side and another one half empty.