They give body, soul and spirit into unwaged or underpaid labour, hazardously juggling a dawn to dusk teaching schedule. The knock on my office door was feeble. It was late, and well past normal working hours. But the near thankless remit of a head of department is a self-sacrificing vocation. It is a community service.
He opened the door. He had a boyish, youngish mien but looked 50. In our younger, care-free days we would call him kijana-mzee. He ambled slowly toward the empty chair across my desk, caressing its backrest slightly, unsure of whether to sit or stay rooted beside it.