Education is like quenching a thirst;
parched throats, desert-like bodies
roving minds scuttling through time’s lounge
puddles on mind-fields, hollow down in drizzles
modify into understanding as roots gather and
stem burrow through the earth, bloom
into flowers, [to] the sun’s delight.
Education is a boy flying a polythene-made kite before
the thatched house that birthed his memories
his aspirations he fed with the milk of hope knowing
the sky is generous, wide and does not discriminate
education is the wing that would fly his dreams, first-class
someday, if his kite would trust the laws that held it sky-bound
education would sing his lullaby to the sky and the sky would
rumble in blue, singing back his dreams to him.
Through creeks and dusty paths, boats and feet voyages
here, learning is not an easy path; rocky and stormy
bumpy in the middle, makes you sweat, drench you in mud, yet
the quest must thrive on eyelids, heights are scalable if you slice
your heart on a platter and feed it to your tongue, gulp it down.
Though scarce resources shot you to a halt, making you whimper
hold tight to your gut, trust the pages wisdom has poured in you
keep a daily slingshot at your dream, it will someday drop
on your diligent palms as your trophy for persevering.
Education is how you lit candles into stars, the sky aglow
you tread life’s path softly, heights reached with pleasantries
the globe becomes your puppet, you roll it back and forth
with world-changing ideas as you build generational bridges
and watch your imaginations bloom into gardens of possibilities.
