A CHOPPER AND A FART

                                  A CHOPPER AND A FART

It began like any other lesson . That's a lie , all lesson are planned differently. All learners were present , except one. The absent child comes from a complicated family. I tried calling her mother but she was unreachable . I was about to call the dad only to recall that he has never owned a mobile phone. The Science lesson of that day was lit as young people of this generation refer to exciting occurrences .

I had assembled all the learning and teaching aids .All the children were calm as I had spelt out how they were to conduct the experiements.The learner was the doer and I the guide.We were learning ways of transporting water. My objectives were to be met at the end of the lesson. My learners had an idea of how water is transported. The school is located in an arid area of this part of our beloved country. They have been carrying water to school as well as fetching the precious commodity for their domestic use at home.

We we're halfway through when it happened . A missle was released. The learners were astonished . A girl sitted at the far left of the class had farted. Intestinal wind ,a by-product of the regular diet of cooked maize and beans .The fart was rich I sound and generously long. Oh yeah,it came with the audibilityof tremor for enrichment .

She was also suprised of her fart thus clenching her buttocks - a second or one too late . She covered her face and immediately reached for her desk. She looked around to see if anyone had heard yet the bomb had left the class stinking. Her deskmate who had been standing adjacent to him, pretended he was stone deaf and had heard anything.

I vividly her classmates pinching each other repeatedly in shock and embarrassment. I had admonished the learners before for making any sort of noise from their little bums .Many of the learners exclaimed ' bad manners !

I was hearing the children struggling to muffle the torrents of laughter that were beginning to choke in the middle of the awkward silence that had come upon the homeroom.

Realising that the class was about to burst in laughter, I quickly called the class to order.Farts are always funny.Maybe because of the way they sound or the way they smell. Some a silent .Others are loud and bold. Some are mysterious ! The worst come unnoticed .These are weapons of mass destruction.

Even before I could resume my lesson , I heard a helicopter approaching our skies . The rotter blades were spinning hard and the engines roaring . I knew I had to let the lesson die .

Which learner could concentrate when a rare machine was passing by ?

To be continued !!