MY TEACHER: PRIDED BUT PITIABLE

MY TEACHER: PRIDED BUT PITIABLE

By Sanni Kay Yusuf

 

 

Once I allowed

In the ocean of ignorance

While I swam

In the stream of nothingness

Triumphant was I

Through no other, but

MY PRIDED TEACHER

 

While my brain was receptive of no subject

While my playfulness couldn’t make me cope in class

While all had given up on me

My teacher stood firm, sacrificially

He stood tall, tenaciously

Tolerating my frustrating excesses

 

Despite the monthly peanuts he was salaried with

Passionate he was

Discharging the duties of his calling

To bring me out of a nobody

Into a somebody

 

MY PITIABLE TEACHER

Monetarily wrecked

But heartily wrecked

The remuneration not enticing

But his work

Far reaching and greatly enticing

Imagine MY PRIDED TEACHER

With no vehicle of his own

Having served for decades!

 

Imagine my teacher

With no personal shelter on his head

After donkey years of making professionals

 

Presidents- he made them

Governors- he made them

Doctors- he made them

Farmers- he made them

Entrepreneurs- he made them

 

Imagine my teacher not being able to

Afford varsity education for his child

Imagine! Just imagine!

 

Imagine my life without my teacher

MY PRIDED TEACHER

I would have been useful for no one

Not even for myself

Let alone the society