I remember one time in Class six our Maths Teacher came in unknowingly with his zip wildly open, and his tools of trade out and excited.
In the double lesson no one smiled, or laughed, or glimpsed more than once in the indecency facing us, lest the feared teacher catches you and your buttocks pay the penalty of your indiscipline by receiving at least 40 canes.
As he swayed his cane his ndwele also swayed, and when he nodded it also nodded.
We had held laughter for 70 minutes and the moment he left the classroom we were all rolling on the floor, literally. The classes story teller had a field day narrating the spectacle the whole week.
If it was today, the notorious kids of this generation would have taken photos of the hanging anaconda and the maths teacher would have trended for weeks, and the parents would be leading in sharing the grimy photos of the manhood which had 'scared' their kids.
Hail civilization.
