At Zimele Senior Secondary School in Ikhwezi township in Mthatha, we all knew and respected the rules of the schools.
Not that we had any choice, because our strong, beautiful and disciplined principal Mrs Hardy never created a room for clowns.
You either behaved or you would find yourself commanded to go get your own stick from the nearest tree, a stick that would harshly visit your tiny hands.
From being late at school, not doing homework, attaining 49 out of 50 in a test, to bullying - that didn’t exist at Hardy’s premises.
Yes, attaining 49 out of 50 marks qualified you for a lashing. Mr Damane, my Xhosa and maths teacher, would always emphasise that getting less than the total marks was an insult to him, because he stood in front of us, explained the work, and we nodded to notify we understood, but in a test, we scored the opposite. For that you would get a hiding.
We never felt abused, we never felt unloved and we never felt rejected.
It was hurting, but it was fun, because some in my class would jump and roam the entire classroom when it was their turn to get lashes.
That made us laugh at each other, but we laughed at each others' fears with love.
Such instances helped us grow, and our learning process improved daily because we never wanted to disappoint our parents. But overall, a beating was something we avoided at all times.
For me that was discipline. In the morning, you would wake up, bath, dress, eat your breakfast and leave early, because you didn’t want Mrs Hardy to by any chance to close the school gate while you were outside the premises.
If you were unlucky enough to find yourself outside by the time school had started, you knew exactly what to expect. Collect litter papers in the school yard, or plough the garden: it was your choice to make. But before you chose, at least two lashes had to visit your tiny hand. That made learners, including myself, transform and be disciplined children.
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