CHARMAIN NAIDOO: Now we know the high price of state capture
'I am incensed that I am suffering because of the theft of public money'
It was so unexpected, and crafty, my lovely dad didn’t see it coming; so left field that we, the Naidoos, forever after referred to the sly and scheming old man who’d shafted our dad as the Artful Codger. We moved around a lot when I was little as my father, on the rapid trajectory that would catapult him into headmastership, went from town to town and school to school.Dad had to pay his dues and take more and more senior positions before winning the final prize, headmaster of Windsor High School, and the chance for us to return to our home and hometown. The treachery happened during one of his earliest postings, to a small rural village on the then Natal coast. The incumbent headmaster was a wizened old man, mean and mean spirited; a man who had lived alone all his life and therefore had the social graces of Tarzan. He hated children, a parlous affliction for a man into whose care young people were entrusted. He’d hung onto his position long after the normal retirement age, mainly ...
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