SPILLED by George W Kiwanuka
The dailies beared it actually-screamed it with scorching eagerness the murdered professor's horrid torrid tale silently slain by callous cut-throats slaughtered returming from Sly Pleasures Lodge Eulogies told of the perfection he desired in his essays-one of a kind The kind that even he could not quite explain Save in the comfort of his hotel room or the back seat of his Volks that blood stained leather held many secrets His vigil was a masquerade Flanked by a harrased army of female student 'weepers' Momentarily pausing to take selfies The overt absence of grief became the subject of anonymous rumours Gatecrashers stayed present...to bear witness and mould a folktale to tell tommorrow's youth A firm, generous and affectionate teacher colourful grades were scripted on routine passionate nights between his coarcively warmed sheets A stern judge, he weighed the futures of many youth expunging the clueless he deeemed unworthy with late night exam