Most of us- those who are deliberating on a career or have already chosen a career- blacklist being a
Teacher like it is a crime to shovel priceless knowledge into the chambers of the human brain. And
those of us who are teachers suffer at the lashing tongues of those who belittle this profession.
Teachers almost always have to answer the vile question “why did you become a teacher?” that is
spat like the venom from a Black Mamba from innocent mouths of pupils.
Sure, doctors save many lives every day and farmers feed people by the millions. Without the doctor
I would have probably died from Malaria. Without the farmers, you would have most likely been
murdered by Starvation. Furthermore without bankers, who knows if we would even have a cent to
At the end of the day when the world is healthily snug in their blankets with a full stomach as money
accumulates in the bank, it only makes sense to wonder. To wonder who taught the doctor how to
save and the farmer how to farm and the banker how to count and save? Only too soon, like a wave
of fresh air rushing in on a windy morning, do we realise that it was the teacher. To count the banker
owes his kindergarten school teachers who were the first to make him sing the numbers one to one
hundred- even if he learnt his numbers faster than everyone else. To cure the doctors owe their
noble prizes to their high school teacher beckoning them to study for that biology test comprising of
cell structure- a topic as dreadful as death itself. Last but not least, the farmer owes all his applause
to all his teachers for he learnt to count population, save nutrients across acres and to cure a nation,
a world of Starvation.
In essence teachers are to the world its heart. Just like humans are non-existent without the
pounding heart, the world is non-existent without teaching teachers.