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Rosenthal Mutakati Ghetto Blast
Yes, a mathematics lesson was being conducted at a secluded spot in the park where only God knows whether this very lesson did not turn into a biology experiment. So ungodly was the distance between these two that I almost bumped into other people as I kept on walking with eyes transfixed on developments on the park bench.
But I was not the only one suspicious.
“Zvino kana chikoro chacho chodaro, bva wangu mwana angaramba hake ari dofo kumba!” an elderly woman who was nearby quipped.
“That’s rubbish. Let’s stop that nonsense,” another passer-by weighed in.
“That’s immoral. Imagine, that girl is not old enough to resist temptation. Who expects her to get married at that tender age? Ehh, iwe blazo siya mwana uyo,” shouted one gentleman while charging towards the “teacher and his student”.
It did not take long before unkempt street children started throwing stones and hurling expletives at the two.
“Imi ibvai ipapo. Hamuna dzimba here? Ko kuenda kuchikoro chaiko zvinei?” the street urchins shouted, bringing the curtain down on an episode that could have turned Harare Gardens into a bedroom that afternoon.
Gentle reader, the quest to achieve better grades in the absence of proper financial and infrastructure support systems is making the nation fail to achieve intended results.
High education standards, for which the nation was revered the world over, are deteriorating by the day owing to compromises people have taken over the years.
People are failing to draw the distinction between girls and women and boys and men.
Children supplementing their ordinary and advanced level examinations are falling into the hands of amorous boys and men at the expense of the targeted better results.
The case does not end there.
Colleges and universities are now awash with reports of female students being said to fare better than their male counterparts after peddling their flesh in exchange for better grades.
Female lecturers also reportedly find consortium in the hands of warm-blooded young boys whom they then favour with higher marks for as long as their unions subsist.
Driving schools are also in the same predicament.
Dangerous drivers are being issued with certificates of competence for as long as they have cash, good looks and are willing to fall into love relationships with instructors.
In the communities in which we live, some people pride themselves for doing wrong things.
“My daughter is a real Chihera. Imagine, she is in love with a headmaster at the local school. Akazviomera hake mwana iyeye; ndinobva ndanzwa kuti ndakabereka,” you hear women saying while selling bananas and tomatoes on street corners.
“I am so powerful. All teachers love my figure and body-hugging clothes. Ndichingopinda muclass ndinogoona kuti teacher vakuvara,” you hear coarse and unpolished girls saying while sharing notes at lunch.
“Love neEducation hazvifambirane/Fambira chimwechete sadriver weambulance/Ukangodaro chete uchabudirira/Wobata rushaya, musoro pakati pemakumbo/Misodzi yoerera, wotanga kuchema maU,” sang the late lyricist Paul Matavire while examining the ills which result in children failing in school in this masterpiece titled “MaU Ungraded.”
Gentle reader, what is obtaining in most spheres of life at this present day bids on the nation to understand the importance of sincere and systematic study for national development.
Kissing in the park and burrowing in the same blankets with a lecturer is never a mark of success.
It points to the sheer lack of morals which needs to be nipped in the bud for the benefit of future generations and the country.
A surge in cases of people falling in love with their instructors and people in positions of authority bedding those who look up to them for guidance shows contributory negligence on the part of society, parents and the people involved.
Parents must not expect their children to attain good grades in the absence of proper learning material like books, teachers and infrastructure like classrooms.
Trying to get results in the absence of a conducive learning environment is akin to diving into a pool without water.
Kutsvaga matamba pamuzhanje.
Teachers need to understand that it is demeaning to fall in love with students at the expense of education.
In the olden days, such miscreants would be weeded out of the education system or be asked to answer for their misdeeds before a panel of experts.
Colleges that are mushrooming in most suburbs are notorious for love scandals. The Government needs to look into their operations and assess whether the nation truly needs these.
This is exactly where married women are being bedded by their instructors and young women being impregnated by their age-mates and authorities with hot pants.
Gentle reader, there is something wrong somewhere which needs the authorities’ attention to ensure the country moves forward.
Zimbabwe will never restore its battered pride for as long as corruption sinks roots to the point where people see nothing wrong in doing the unethical.
According to researchers, teachers, whether they like it or not, are parent-figures.
“This adds to the confusion because, again, it’s illegal for parents to have sexual relationships with their children. It’s hard for parents ever to talk about the sexual feelings they may have for their children. I’m not talking about genital desires. I’m talking about feelings at the other end of the sexual continuum — benign feelings of admiration and attraction, from the mother who says she wants to bite her baby’s peachy bum to the father who fondly strokes his daughter’s hair.”
Parents, the researchers said, think that their children are beautiful and want to protect them from the sexualised staring of strangers. But they only become aware of their child’s attractiveness to others because they themselves are aware of their child’s attractiveness.
Gentle reader, let’s create an environment conducive for children to learn and nothing more if we need good results.
Inotambika mughetto.
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