Energy flows like a river Eyes sparkle like sun light Words bleeds like melody Heart golden like treasure Skin glows like fresh fish Their love a feeling like a wish A Silent Strength.
Teacher …Sir, In classrooms small, with walls that fade, You stands where dreams are made Not just with books or chalk in hand, But with the wisdom to understand You teach anything anytime in a world that moves so fast For true , it takes a special Grace and Person For the best teachers are not those that knows everything But those that teach with devotion, commitment , valued principles from their heart.
Please… Madam, You carry stories from the past And build a future that will last Even when they laugh at you… Sometimes for funny gowns and scatted hairs, "Education is the key," they say, But keys can’t turn unless they stay To guide the minds that yearn to grow, In places where few ever go.
Sir, Statistics tell of crowded rooms Of course of your funny shoes and bald head Of schools that battle with daily gloom One teacher for forty-nine kids, they claim, Yet each one learns, and none the same. In countries where the pay is low, They teach for love, not for the show For every child they reach and guide A brighter world takes stride by stride.
Daddy, "Teaching is the profession that creates all others," they say, Yet many leave, too tired to stay Overworked, underpaid, they stand, Still holding futures in their hands For every fact and lesson planned A teacher shapes a helping hand, For good teachers not only teach but preach And not always in classrooms but in a process of life.
Mama, We see their efforts, night and day, Their quiet strength, their constant sway From rural schools to urban streets, They face the world, they take the heat And though the stats may seem too grim Their hope shines bright, their light won’t dim, As an artist … I will play them a sweet “Motumbu” Louder than what Bob-Marley could express.
So here's to the teachers who never rest Who push our minds to do their best For every lesson, for every plan, They shape tomorrow, woman and man In the heart of every student's quest The teacher stands—the world's best test, With sweet new social contract, a bond so pure That makes our children’s future sure So, let teachers lead, let their voices rise, To build a future where hope never dies As we raise a glass to their silent strength.
Emiliene Atabong