Have you seen my childhood?

Alhaji Sanni, my school proprietor was an enigma. He stood well over six feet and had a bounce in his strides. He had schooled abroad, I think, and his demeanour was that of a wise old man who knew a lot but said little. If you did something wrong and your issue got to Alhaji Sanni’s table, you knew you would get a fair hearing, and if found guilty, a fairly good beating. Myth had it that if Alhaji Sanni gave you six strokes of the cane, each one will land on exactly the same spot, in a straight line. Many were the tales of students who had suffered ruptures on their backs from being flogged by Alhaji Sanni.