I remember that day vividly, I woke up early as usual with great anticipation for the day ahead - after a couple of day dream episodes of me ...
anyway, found myself running to school, the small stone chips valiantly trying to eating into the impregnable crust of my bare frozen feet.
Luckily I spotted the teacher on duty, a couple hundred meters ahead and my limbs instinctively went into a dash - recoil frenzy, till I went past him - at the corner of my eye I could see him break into a sprint, but his rigid frame was no match for my elastic body back then...
In 'long' I spend the day in school and went back home in the evening.
In truth the man and his tribe were never spoken of kindly where I grew up and apart from a few murmurs and whispers here and there, nobody wanted to be seen glorifying either in his passing or his life.
later in life I heard he played a big part in the country's politics.