My Best Teacher

I had some very good primary school teachers who were awesome But in all my schooling, one of my college instructors stood out to be super awesome In our first day of class we all sat on a beautiful mat that she had acquired from one of her travels to a middle eastern country Then we drank tea in tiny little cups This is a welcoming gesture that she had learnt from her travels This special gesture always reminds me of the book Three Cups of Tea We were about twelve students, about five minorities It was called World Studies That little gesture brought all of us closer On our last day of class we had an international potluck where we each brought food from our different cultures and ethnic backgrounds Am sure God was smilling on that day as he watched us try each other's foods and learn about each other through it I remember a story she told us of how she wore a niqab to her church and stood by the door as a greeter She talked of how most people avoided her direction, some not even looking at her She was this petite white woman She had travelled to twenty something countries worldwide doing missionary work She had walked on soils where women were regarded inferior and unworthy She had put her hands during her missions, in places where white people were loathed But even with some of the dire situations she found herself into, she still had that caring and loving heart I remember the projects we did for refugees Another of her many passions She provided healthcare, education and assisted with basic needs acquisitions for them I learnt that we can all sit down, have a cup of tea, put down our differences and accept each, to make this world a peaceful place