Today, I proctored an exam for Form V, finished
marking the completed Form I Maths exams, returned some library books, bought
works from a local artist, had dinner and drinks with a friend in our
house, and after all that was said and done, met the Governor of the Northwest
Region.
You know, just your average, everyday occurrence: the
Governor (well, his lackey) knocks on your door after dark, your kids are in
bed, and you can't find matching shoes to go out and talk with him, so you wear
your wife's house shoes and shuffle over to a well dressed man you can't see in
the dark, shake hands, determine he's nowhere near where he wants to be, you
wait while he has a conversation over the phone in French with the Bishop, from
whom he gets directions, then he drives off. I never even learned his name.
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