See, I was the class prefect, and during the term I had to write down names of noise makers. No mercy, no exceptions. But come closing day? That's when the real drama started. Suddenly everyone remembered they had a bone to pick with me.

“Weh! Wewe si umeandika jina yangu? Niko na wanted, na wewe closing day utaniona…”

Basically, closing day turned into a running battle to dodge being beaten up for being a snitch — or what they called the teacher’s pet.

So while everyone else was celebrating the end of term, I was out there ducking, weaving, and calculating escape routes like it was Mission Impossible.