THE GHOST As I left my house and headed towards the junction to board a tricycle,I couldn't tell why,but all I kept saying was "God please allow me to see the ghost of Mrs Udenna." I didn't care whether people would believe me if I told them I saw her ghost but I wanted to anyway. With tears streaming down my face,I began to recall memories of her. Mrs Udenna had been the principal at Frabjous High School (F.H.S),Bende at the time of my admission into Junior Secondary 1 there. Although I knew little or nothing about her at that time,I would never forget the woman who always advised us to be good ambassadors of our school,our country and most importantly,our home. A woman who was rarely seen,but when present,was an embodiment of significance. I had not encountered her on a personal basis,until the day I was summoned to her office by the school clerk. A classmate of mine had lost five thousand naira(#5000) which was given to her by her parents to purchase textbooks w
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