Exaggeration excluded, I quite know about all the teachers of the world, one way or another. One thing you will agree with me is that: Teachers teach. Albeit, teachers do more than that. Teachers also build.
Structurally, all nations build on the broad shoulders of teachers. If there are no teachers, I can tell you boldly that nations would have fallen for problems some great leaders of the world had solved; and those great leaders, who taught them? Teachers. That aside. The society solidly depends on two persons: mothers and teachers. But I’ll suspend the argument of who is more valuable till later in the following paragraph.
When the society seems peaceful and there is cohabitation, there are two factors I think are beneath: a good mother and a good teacher. These two individuals are the engines that ensure there is a continuity in the society we live in; they keep the wheel of the society rolling.
Essentially, the value of a mother is immeasurable. It can never be quantified. It can be analogized to the salt of the sea, to the softness of the cloud, to the brightness of the sun. In essence, mother’s worth is worth more than the precious of resources.
Similarly, a teacher’s merit is more than anything valuable: a chest of gold, a mansion filled with monies, a mountain of medals. Teachers are the elixir of life. They are the stream the society drinks from.
To rummage on drawing the line between who is more worthwhile can be likened to a magician trying to slit the wind. Absolutely, the line to be drawn doesn’t exist. Meanwhile, as two things can never be similar in its substance rather than in our minds; and as I will want to stand on the point made by an ancient Greek teacher himself, Aristotle, who said: “Those who educate children well are more to be honored than they who produce them; for these(mother) only gave them life, those(teacher) the art of living well.” That on that.
As the lead reads that I know about “all teachers”, let me tell you how.
Another fact to note is that teachers are caring persons. As learning takes more effort, a toddler who sees no cause to worry in the world often finds learning as an act of wickedness from the teacher to him or her. Funnily enough, teacher has several roles to perform here. A teacher acts like a mother, a nanny and sometimes, like a clown. All these are to properly upbring the child. Good mothers are teachers as good teachers are mothers. This balances Aristotle’s thought a little; pardon the philosopher.
At times, when pupils point fingers to a teacher to taunt the teacher’s effort to painstakingly forcing them to do what they don’t like to do, I exclaim “That is my teacher!” And this act, you will probably concur is common in almost all schools in the world. And if you affirm to that, that means I am right about my lead. Enough on solidifying my lead.
As today is in celebration of teachers, permit me to send my profound gratitude to teachers, on your behalf. If this page permits someone to eulogize his/her teachers, you’ll be awed adjectives will be deficient.
Frankly, extolling them is less than what actually motivates them, and which is passion. The cheat on teachers can be humorously said thus: passion pays the teachers’ bills. This piece is to praise teachers and not to state their plights; else, there are matters to meddle into. In short, teachers should be taken care of. To exaggerate once again, extra-welfarism should be enjoyed by the teachers — as politicians do.
On this note, let everyone of us pray for our architect — who structured us; our shelter — who sheltered us from ignorance; our mechanic — who oiiled and geared our brain to keep functioning; our father— who handled us harshly for us to be strong in life; our mother— who showed us love; our prophet — who passed down the preaching of past Prophets.
Chant with me this superbly excellent familiar poem:
God bless my teacher,
My fountain of wisdom,
My source of knowledge,
My spring of understanding.
As he teaches me confidently,
I read and speak fluently,
With pleasure, I write legibly,
As he teaches me rightly.
All hail the greatest nation builder,
You have won in the building,
Amidst others, you are winning,
You made them what they are.
For you, others must bow,
Without you, they are nowhere,
Without you, they are nobody,
You give them knowledge.
I shall always remember my teacher,
I knew nothing, but for his labour,
He brings out the best out of inabilities,
I shall never forget his capability.
God bless my teacher,
Bless his posterity,
Enrich his lineage the more,
God bless my teacher
God, please, let teachers receive some of their rewards here on earth too, before their massive rewards are given in hereafter. (Did I hear you say Amen?).
My grand regard to your teachers through this piece. Thank you.
Quadri Yahya is an ND2 student of the department of Mass Communication
