MY SAY.

REVISITING MY SCHOOL BY Jeremy Leariwala On a bus from my rural home to my work station in the city, I received a call from the Head teacher of my former high school. A surprise call it was indeed. He wanted to invite me for the Parent’s day event as an old-boy of the school. How long had it been since the day I graduated from the school? I asked myself. “I want you to come and talk to the boys and tell them your experiences out there in the world.” He said before I could ask him to clarify what exactly the school expected from me. A few seconds of silence tick by before I pick the correct words. “That is okay with me. I will come,” I said and disengaged. Talking to young men/women has always been my role in one way or another. The issues facing the young generation cannot be exhausted unless we are all committed to address them. I then called back the principal to inquire about his preferred topics to be covered, just to define my focus point. The day of the even...