Due to the length of the original story, I have reduced it to three parts. Each Wednesday, I will add a part as requested by the readers. 👋👋

March is always a rainy month in the tropics. It is always a month dreaded by the students in Africa.

It had rained heavily again this morning, and I had reached school late and dripping and wet as an eel. I felt feverish. It was the mid-term of senior four at Lubiri Secondary School. The moment I stepped into class, I was clumsy as a bull in the China shop. I had an itching allergy, often made worse by cold water or chlorine. My whole body itched terribly; it was like the African fire-safari ants had...