08/05/2026
Education is truly an equaliser. If you doubt me, please take a cultural tour of my village 😀😀.
I have seen children raised in homes standing on ADC land like visitors waiting for God to renew the lease. Mud houses everywhere screaming “poverty lives here permanently.”
Jiggers were worn like Bata sandals, and rats moved around the house with the confidence of firstborn sons.
But somewhere in the middle of all that struggle stood one stubborn candle called EDUCATION.
That thing has produced graduates, nurses, teachers, professionals and scholars who looked poverty in the eye and said, “Shetani nyuma!”
People who refused to inherit suffering like ancestral land.
Kitambo, if you built a permanent house in my village, paid school fees without selling a cow every term and added a little middle class behaviour… eehh my friend, village elders would hold emergency meetings.
You would immediately be promoted to: “ILLUMINATI.”
“MCHAWI.”
“Drug dealer.”
Or my favourite:
“Lazima kuna kafara mahali.”
The moment you started a project and somebody’s chicken died three villages away — finished 😂😂.
You had “taken sacrifices.”
Fast forward to today, almost every home has graduates, decent houses and children dreaming beyond survival. Education quietly changed the script without making noise.
That is why I don’t joke with my work.
When I stand before my learners, I don’t just see noisy children fighting over pens and eating chalk accidentally. I see future doctors, leaders, engineers and people who will break generational poverty completely.
I am a teacher.
I don’t just teach.
I shape lives.
