Benjamin Clifford Oppong writes 22:21 CLASS 3 PRINTING FEE He stood in a tired uniform Well ironed and tucked And his shorts fusiform Today was exams day and he couldnt wait to write He walked to Mum in her room for the usual morning blessings But His Mum tried to tell him that he probably should stay home He bowed his head and she threw her eyes away They both knew why, and why it was best to stay But He knew what to say To tell his teachers cane and his mates who might laugh again Of why he will write but cant pay His Mother knew this would be another day when her second child will end education And chase after life around the traffic light She sensed the aroma of history Repeating itself today and tried harder to keep him at home But the little boy went to school ready to tell all about why he will write but cant pay They were many kids All seated in arranged lines and he saw the blank desk. It was Obvious Kweku wouldnt come One by one, the teacher inspected their printing fee receipts Some showed a full year, others for the term And he sat there hoping to do magic At last the teacher got to his desk And every child was searching With their faces covered with laughs An old story, he will be thrown out again And certain he knew today was a landmark Show me your receipt, the T requested If you dont have go home, a boy retorted No printing fee, no paper, another dared to shout And now, they all teased am sorry you will have to go home He stood up and looked backed Opened his mouth as if to cry and again he shut Go on, do you have anything to say?, the T asked In tears, he closed his eyes Clapped both palms together And like a humble prayer,he said I dont want to be like Kwabena, my elder brother who lost his education on this same day and whose daily bread is now oven by the red light on the street. I dont want my mother to keep wishing for graduates Yet cries to the truth that she couldnt afford one I dont want any of my mates here think am dumb without a chance to prove myself Dont talk of my father, he is long resting And heaven is far away from earth He too had a task for me, become an engineer Please Sir, Allow me education One day we both wont regret. This minute, you are deleting a future This minute, you can create a destiny This minute break the rules To make an engineer, and Heaven will smile. This is my humble plea He opened his eyes to his ultimate dismay Every eye was already flooding and the teacher apologized and promised him his help henceforth. Her Mum, took the exams question and asked; how did you do it? Now he is a civil engineering student An Award winning Poet. and the author of this particular piece.
Posted on: Tue, 09 Sep 2014 10:39:51 +0000
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