Generally, I think life is not fair to begin with, and that's understandable; It's just by design. In this little life that I have lived, I can say that I have been treated unfairly quite a number of times. Some happened because I allowed it,—I can be such a peacekeeper—while others happened because I had no power or control over the situation. Out of all my experiences, this particular one remains fresh and pisses me off whenever I remember it. It was one of those times where I had no control over the situation.
I was in secondary school then, in my second year of senior secondary school, to be precise. We had this economics teacher who was very intelligent; he would dictate notes to us offhand, and even if we checked the textbook later, he would totally be on point. The only issue with this teacher was that he was very restless and had quite a temper. Throughout all my years at that school, I didn't have any issues with him until this particular day.
He came to class to mark our notes and instructed us to line up according to the register. He had the register with him, but he didn't call it out; he probably expected us to know who we came after. My surname starts with 'A' so my name wasn't always far to reach on the register. I knew my number on the female register, but not on the general one, which he was using that particular day. So, I was on the queue, and as the person in front of me marked his note, the man asked angrily who had the name that was omitted from his register.
That turned out to be me, and I told him immediately that I was right there. Apparently, the person who marked before me was supposed to come after me, and my space on the register was blank. I explained to this man that I didn't know the boy was after me and that I had been in line. This man did not listen to me at all; he ordered one of my classmates to go get him a cane immediately.
I pleaded with him, and my classmates even tried to do so as well, but he didn't answer any of us; he was just boiling as if he had it in mind to punish me before. Since they also feared him very much, there wasn't much they could do. When this man eventually got a cane, guyyyyyys, he beat me as if I were an animal. I was very fragile as well, and I couldn't stay in one place to receive the beating. He was just beating me anyhow and anywhere; the class grew so silent. He marked my book angrily and swung my book to the floor. I picked it up and wailed to my seat; all my body was on fire, and I was in so much pain.
My classmates were just telling me 'sorry','sorry', as they looked at the man as if they should bite him🤣. After a while, my arm swelled up so much and I could also see that some parts of my flesh were torn. I could even see some parts of my body that had clotted blood, it was really horrible. I didn't report because I didn't want the man to put any sort of attention on me, and also because I didn't know what would come out of it. When some teachers saw me and saw the situation of my body, they asked who did that to me, and I told them. They probably cautioned him, I can't really recall. But then, it was very unfair because I made an honest mistake and decided to transfer whatever personal frustration he had to me. He didn't even allow me to speak for myself, I felt so powerless.
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