Teacher's Monthly experience
I am sitting in a sparsely-furnished office at a local township school, engaged in a conversation with the Head of Department for the Humanities, to join me for a scheduled “one-on-one”. My eyes dart around. Files and books and papers here, flip charts and pictures there. Okay, no surprises here. Except the famed picture on the wall depicting Mbuyisa Makhubu carrying the dying Hector Peterson, with the crying Antoinette Sithole alongside him.
When spirit of failure comes in like a flood, a special kind of teacher will raise the standard against it
My mother is a former teacher in the olden days of Bantu Education. Actually I mean she was an educator; I am aware that there are those who draw a line between a teacher and an educator. But a rose by any other name still looks like a rose and smells just as sweet anyway, so the person who teaches is a teacher, finish and klaar!
