04/05/2024
Principal Naya Pello let out a sigh of relief as he paced back and forth in the cramped quarters of his successor, Principal Nusman Pododo. He shuddered at the thought of being led away in handcuffs to the FCC office. 'The ingratitude!' he muttered. 'After all I did for those ungrateful souls...'
But as he struggled to recall his achievements as principal, he came up empty-handed. He slumped into the plastic chair, surrounded by the stark contrast of his current circumstances and the opulent life he once knew. 'All I did was provide for my family,' he lamented. 'Is it now a crime to look out for one's own?'
He scoffed at the accusations against him: 'They're complaining about unpaid salaries? The library's empty? How many students even read these days? And what's wrong with paying school fees in advance, anyway?' With a defiant flourish, he declared, 'I'll show them why they call me the Black Panther!'
As he settled into the worn mattress, his conviction seemed to fade, leaving only the echoes of his own corruption and abuse of power.
