Description: Random Ramblings of A Retired Retainer
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I was a teacher once. I do not know whether any of my students remember me. It does not matter. I have done what I was supposed to do and thatâs that.
I remember most of my â cikguâ .
I was short of the school-going age when I was in Merang but my father put me in school anyway. Most probably to get me out of my motherâs hair. I do not remember any of my teachers name in Sekolah Melayu Merang. What I remember is one of motherâs cousins, Pok Kob, who was in the upper classes, feeding me with cuklat nissang every now and then. I remember too going with him through the field looking for a kind of grass to wipe the papan slate. I guess the teachers left me alone. That was the reason I co