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I have vivid memories that go as far back as 45 years ago.
Back then, I was in primary four, and the name of one of my teachers was Miss Dibo.
She was a well-built lady, maybe in her late 20s.
Back in the 1980s, most students graduated from the teachers' training college in their early 20s and entered the teaching profession immediately after three years of training.
Miss Dibo was motherly, always smiling.
One sweet memory I will happily take with me to my grave is about the opportunity she gave me one day.
On that particular day, both of our teachers were supposed to be away from class until after the lunch break.
Instead of letting us idle and run about during their absence, she had asked me to fill that lesson period and play the role of class teacher.
Those were days when pupils respected authority and embraced responsibility as a privilege that should be backed with actions of honor.
So, for close to 45 minutes, I taught verbs, tenses, and sentence construction to my mates, all of us aged between nine and ten.
Sitting at the teacher's desk in front of the entire class, I was so proud of myself, I felt so important that I started nursing ambitions of becoming a classroom teacher in the future.
What did I know?
I was just a 9-year-old kid with no idea what life looks like when you are a child, compared to what life really is from the point of view of an adult.
It was on that same day that I turned down a request from my friends to go steal mangoes from the RTC orchards.
I didn't become a classroom teacher.
But I never stopped teaching.
I just swapped the blackboard for a blank page, and the verbs for words that pay the bills.