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My dad was a pain. You would never go back home with a report card unless you were in top 3. I was in the same class with my elder bro. Dad had a policy; the difference between the aggregate marks were the number of canes for your brother. I caned my elder bro every end of term.
The competition created a rift between my elder brother and I. It became worse that we no longer talked. We used to share a seat in class. My elder brother changed seats. Back home, we behaved like strangers towards each other. Moreover, from same mother, same dad.
At the end of 3rd term, Senior one, the rift between my elder brother and I exploded. He told me off! That I was favoured by our dad. He was worthless. He had decided to leave home, though he had no idea where he was headed. I went and told dad. He told me, let him go.
My elder brother waited until we were given money for senior two, first term. He never paid took it to school. He told the school admin that our dad hadn& #39;t given him school fees, that he hated him in favour of me. I had cleared my fees. When I discovered he hadn& #39;t paid...
...I called our dad. He came to school. It was disaster. My brother disappeared immediately dad entered the gate. He never resurfaced in school again. I met him after my graduation. We bumped into each other on Kampala road. We made up. I went to his house. He was struggling.
I convinced him to forgive dad. He accepted. He had lost a whole decade. Dropped out of school, was doing odd jobs.
We went home and met dad. Dad apologized. We moved on. The scares are however still visible. My elder brother has seen it all in life. My dad learnt a lesson.
We went home and met dad. Dad apologized. We moved on. The scares are however still visible. My elder brother has seen it all in life. My dad learnt a lesson.
