Terrified

Sometime ago in November, I blogged about my primary school teacher and his cruelties. Guess what? A few days ago, at work, I met his daughter quite accidentally. I was even at her wedding some 15 years ago! She was a customer and I asked where in Trinidad she was from just out of curiosity...you know, one Trini meets another Trini. Small talk. Turns out that she was from the same place I lived in Trinidad and she added that she lived in Five Rivers. I told her I went to Primary School there. She told me her father taught at the school. By the time the conversation had reached to that point, I was beginning to get this sinking feeling in my stomach. I knew before she said the name who her father was. Yes. Mathura, the primary school torturer. She is planning on bringing him to see me at work and I really am not too excited. In fact, I am very apprehensive.
Seeing Mathura will bring back all the memories of a time I would really like to forget. I remember all the times I wished that I was older and a little more insolent so that I could hit him back just as hard as he used to hit us. I even thought of hiding somewhere when he comes. Then I thought of confronting him. I decided that maybe seeing him will bring some kind of closure. I have no clue. I am not one to dislike people but Mathura is one of the very few people who I really really dislike as a person. Not only because of how he was to me but to all my other classmates as well. He was horrible and I am not expecting anything from seeing him. In fact, after all these years, it will not make up for all the students who failed the exams because he did not prepare them as he should have. His wrongs were against children and maybe, maybe he was registered in the book of time. Who knows?