Each time I ask myself what do I have to offer. What do have to give to the generations after me? How can I be a blessing to generations yet unborn? How can I write my name in the sands of time?. Service to the learned I told myself. Better to live for the young ones teaching them what to do although sometimes you marvel at their level of maturity in some aspect of life and you cannot but give it to them for a job weldone. Sometimes they even call my attention to things that are very deep and reflecting on the kind of person I want to be as a Teacher and especially a Mother. I cannot undermine the wisdom God has bestowed on this beautiful body. Small And mighty men and women encase in a small body waiting for the time to break forth to show the world the stiff they are made of.I the best though but being a teacher is just one service that pays now I might not have money ,I might be poor and needed,sometimes I feel wound up and most times I feel super excited being among the learned of generations to come but the truth is it is a always a great privilege to be at the service of this one’s. So the pay is not encouraging but the Joy of watching them go out into world and the memory spent together, especially seeing them doing great wow I feel blessed. When my students come to my small hut to greater,most of them are even taller than .w I feel happy. I enjoy their smile and hug when I see them on my way. I remember the memories. Sometimes we even gist and what melt my heart is telling me that k you for being the best mum to them in school. I am the best they say but I am still unique with my Chemistry and my way of life.
Teaching the learned
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