CHAPTER EIGHTAt exactly 4:35pm, Stella Johnson opened the door to her apartment, walked in and fell heavily on the long armchair in her living room. She had had another hectic day with the children at school. Who said teaching was an easy job? Spending the whole day trying to put up with those noisy kids was becoming more stressful than she taught she could handle. The children were becoming more and more impossible each day, like they were getting deafer by the day; more stubborn than she could handle.
As a teacher in Government Secondary School, Owerri, Stella hardly had enough time for herself. She was always too busy marking scripts and going through the pupils’ assignments and making up lesson notes. She taught the junior classes and they gave her much headache but she was hoping tha
