Someone has reminded us of an incident that happened in high school. We used to have a resident tailor where we were taking all our cloths that needed some fixing. On this one day, the house prefect announced to all Form ones that since most of our mattresses were 'thin' and some 'torn', we were to take all of them to the tailor to be 'patched'-Kuwekwa viraka(We used to be given mattresses in school thus you would expect the torn ones were given to form ones. If you were lucky to get a good one, you wouldn't get to the dormitory before a fourth form nigga took it from you and exchanged it with a 1 inch one). The prefect's word in that school was law, more powerful than a teacher's order. The form ones, in total obedience, took their mattresses and 'foolishly' lined up at the tailor's room, waiting for him to mend the torn mattresses. The day was on 1st April.