In a world that is marked with differences, in a world where the wall of invincibility is built between different classes of the society, in a world where we call one Ajepako and another Ajebo, lies the deepest pain that hurts our human existence.
The silence in the midst of this pain is what makes it more fearful than any earth tremor. What else can trouble the heart if not the negligence of souls that wander the streets, or lives that live from hand to the mouth until they return to the earth. They struggle to survive and make meaning out of life.
In the same world of knowledge, some barely have a glimpse of the ray of light. To them, darkness is like an eternity that will never see the backside of light. This is the world of ‘zig- zag’ not because we can’t have a straight line, but because we are safe at our little ends. Anyway, what will be the end, we may not be able to say, but surely the days of uneasiness lie ahead if we do not nothing about what matters.
In our different schools are young minds, struggling to survive, getting choked up with school and wearing patched school uniform. The phrase “patched school uniform” is just a better version of saying “rag.” Deep within them is paucity. Written all over them is frustration. Society wants them to see that they are the future of tomorrow, but she is careless about their sorrow. She is trying to force knowledge down their throats which could have been better done with a glass of water but then, she blocked her Well and kept clean her glasses. She keeps whispering, “you can do it” without lifting a finger just like the Pharisees.
We can be here, wearing our Guccis, but don’t let us forget how our roads may grow bushy in years to come, because we all decided to be classy. These ones deserve more than words. They deserve actions that will put smiles on their faces. We can build the bridge that will cover the steam of their cries. We can be the sunlight that will disperse the thick darkness that has wrapped them up like a blanket.
This can only happen when the power of love conquer our hearts. This will become a reality when we know that quality education is not the birthright of those living in the heart of the cities alone but also for those who lives in the heart of the forests.
Classrooms shouldn’t just be another home from home, but indeed a home where hope is found. Let’s not give up until every child is given the best education; one that is deserving. If we can start somewhere, we will in no time build a castle in the air.