The teacher opens the door

The teacher opens the door
Interesting that the door is open
Do I like the teacher, or not
The presentation and delivery
What a door
And the door frame
Okay, let’s enter
But through another door

That’s what it feels like sometimes, some days, with my students. As it appears, getting us to ‘know’ requires that we go through several other rooms in class (or life) that we find more interesting or easier to enter into—whether or not directly relevant to the teacher’s teaching end. All in order for us to develop the mind that finally enters the room the teacher meant for us to enter from the beginning.

Thank You—March 2015

Thank you for my teachers
Those that stood out
And all the others
I had to learn from every one of them

Mr Maxwell in primary five
One big black Ghanaian
I’d top your class that year two times

Thank for the opportunity to serve
To grow these ones
It had felt like a drain once or twice
I’m sure you can guess why
For the joy I hoped for
The cross was nothing and heavy at the same time
It was the case that you helped me in it

Thank you to my students
I have loved every one of you
Imperfect though I was
I learned as we went along

Thankful that you had something for me
Grateful that I could add to you
I am the better for knowing you

Teachers honour roll:
Mr Maxwell, Mrs Ariba, Mr Eze, Mr Ibironke, Mr Kayode S.G., Engr Eziashi, Dr Anyaeji, Dr Brown …