Every day, I struggle to get better. Not for myself alone for I learned that my actions consciously
and unconsciously is assimilated by my students. I rub off my persona on them
in more ways than I can ever care to admit.
I am a teacher and
spending considerable hours of my life with them leaves me with the impression
that there is more to teaching than giving and putting across lessons for their
comprehension.
I tuck in each morning
before the mirror, comb my hair and checkout myself generally not to impress my
colleagues but make sure I am presentable to them as well.
I go to class thoroughly
prepared because my lesson content will stick with them for a long time. Whether
they fail or not, the residue of our interaction sticks with them. Their subconscious
registers everything and at the right moment, it will call it fort.
I talk to them in view of
tomorrow not today because today is gone, tomorrow is the real deal. It has
been said that tomorrow is pregnant and it give me the shivers if they are not prepared
enough for its challenges.
They need my help more
than they can ever care to admit. This I know with certainty. Their attitudes
as such does not put me off because I know they will over grow it one day. Sometimes
I am angrily, I talk harshly, lose my steam at them; they have a million ways
of getting on my nerves but the goal is never forgotten.
When they connect the dots
of their lives looking backwards, they will remember Papa Mmeso. Their
subconscious at the right time will regurgitate all the information it has
locked up somewhere in their brain.
They will understand how
much I have cared for them. They will feel the love first hand. And with their
hands firmly clasped before them, eyes cast toward God’s abode, remind Him that
he has not blessed me enough.
I would have made it by
then because my reward starts here before I kick the bucket. And their
blessings will cement it for generations to come. Because if the fathers have
eaten grape fruits and the children’s teeth have been set on edge, my children
will feel the impact of the grape fruit I ate too.
This is what it means to
be a teacher according to Papa Mmeso’s definition and standard. Their future is
the key not the present. Everything we do must be done in view of it; in and
out of the classroom.
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