Mr. Gatui, the memorable teacher 

I still remember that visage of a tall hat wearing man with a rare elegance and who walked with a spring on his heels. He always had a walking stick but his stick was onto to help him walk, rather, he carried it as a statement of fashion, a declaration of his own superiority. This man was a teacher. At a time when teachers rarely wore suits and ties, Mr, wagatai always did so.He preferred a white , cream, or beige. he . His hat was black. he chose his company well and he spoke to few people.he spoke softly, he taught well and those he taught loved him. In the evening he would walk on long quick strides , waving his cane with a theatrical flourish. sometimes he would create dust in his wake and everyone would know that wagaatai was on his way home. he was never happier than when he was going home 

Location: , garissa, KENYA