DEAR TEACHERS

DEAR TEACHERS by ASIIMWE SAM RUHINDI

I think when I speak I’ll speak for most average students

Firstly am so grateful and humbled for your Great job

For every moment you spend with students

You're super heroes

But there is something I would like to put forward

Something that's aching my heart

Dear teachers

It hurts so bad Every time you tell a student that he is dumb,

Stupid or ignorant after scoring low grades

In test or paper

Just like how back in my junior high school days

My Maths teacher used to

Oh wait… Who is a teacher in the first place?

A teacher isn't someone who teaches something,

But someone who inspires the student to give of her best

In order to discover what he/she already knows.

How will I be inspired when am being called a cow

How will I be inspired when am told that I won't succeed

How will I be inspired when am always called dumb

And may but to mention a few

All because I couldn't get the value of X&Y

Albert Einstein said everybody is a genius

But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree

It will live its whole life believing that it's stupid

Dear teachers

A student who gets low grades today

Might be having a dream that will change the world tomorrow

Please understand us inspire us.

Retired Dr Ben Carson was also called

The dumbest student but today

He’s World celebrated neurosurgeon

Dear teachers

Do you ever wonder what goes?

In the mind of students after all those words

Oh how am sorry to my fellas who

Couldn't bear all that and

Had to drop out at an early stage

Dear Teachers

The tongue can be a very good weapon to destruction

Misery and killing the self-esteem of the students.

We are all molded the same but with different abilities

Appreciate the good in books and encourage those who aren't

We cannot all be teachers, doctors, judges, lawyers, pilots and so on...

But we can all fit in the cycle and continue building this great continent.

ODE TO OUR FUTURE GENERATION

ODE TO OUR FUTURE GENERATION  by ASIIMWE SAM RUHINDI

A wise man  said

If you tell me a fact I will learn

If you tell me truth I will believe

But if you tell me a story it will live forever in my heart

but my heart is on a stand still on

Which fact will we tell to our children and children after them 

Which truth will we tell them to believe?

Will we say we had love and respect to human rights?

No I don’t think we have any

Bombings have set record in headlines of world media

We’ve watched our fellow dying

But we’ve been silent and helplessly

But still say we have love

More weapons are manufactured from day to day

More terror groups are rising

More people are dying my goodness

But still we say we have humanity really? 

We share same blood same tears

As a sign of brother hood

But a slight difference in skin color

Foolishly leads us to racism why could you tell me why?

Evey year cease fire agreements are signed

But still we have more than 64.5 million  refugees

No place to call home, no food to eat 

But we say we have love 

Really is this the love that we are being preached?

(Cut the beat cut the beat please )

We cannot stand this it can be avoided

We cannot fear the future but we can create it

Am a dreamer  

I dream world where man 

will live a peaceful life 

where no other will scorn 

where love will bless the earth 

I dream a world where all will 

know sweet freedom's way, 

where hate no longer blights our day. 

A world i dream where black or white 

will share the rewards of the earth and every man is free 

And no more hash tags like #blacklivesmatter

#weneedpeace

I dream that one day the world be a better place

And we will have a story to tell

A story that will live forever in the hearts our children

Of such i dream a world .

DEAR GIRLS

DEAR GIRLS BY ASIIMWE SAM RUHINDI

                               

                                  

 We are really blessed to

you always make our days

Have you by  our side

But I need to ask you a favor, warning

It’s about the words you call boys

Yes sometimes you might be

Kidding but sometimes kidding

Turns into reality.

Dear girls

Every boy is not

A creepy manhore

Player or womanizer

And many more you know them

Just like how back

In my junior & high school days

In my sweet teenage hood

Girls used to call boys

I know we are not perfect

Sometimes we might  not mean our words

But we are not born that way

We are born to be brave and loving

Responsible and caring

Do you remember your first love

During your teenage hood

The promises you made and

How you broke them just

In a blink of an eye?

Because your eyes fell

For that nice guy you

Then called mr perfect  and

Later dumped you

Harya ngo abumwe agatukisha bose

Am so mad at this saying like real mad

My Goodness he is one in a million

Not a million in one

Please have sense of understanding

Do you remember the guy you had

Turned into your ATM machine

Every time you needed money he was always ready

And just because one day  he

Failed to control his feelings and

Reached down your pants makes you

Shout out to the world

Dear girls I want to ask you

A favor to help you small sisters

And your future daughters not

To call boys players..creepy because they aren’t.