A clever man strides into a cleverer room
Of those he believes to be below him
But what of those behind the other door
A barrier of intellect between them
With doctorates and knowledge so sure
That they are but the best
Let all believe without others' regard
That their presence glows beyond the rest
What is confidence without carelessness
Blind eyes to incompetence
The best today is tomorrow's worst
And next week's insignificance
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Do you know the importance of teachers
That question is a lesson in itself
How do you learn to achieve wealth
Receive a doctorates or even a black belt
There’s a great teacher around
Great with a ball or maybe a wrench
There’s a great teacher around
Preparing great meals or building a fence
Like super heroes from distant planets
That come and save the day
Our heroes from the world of academia
Come and lead the way
Just for what you stand for alone
You should be forever bestowed in favor
Facing the most daunting task of taming & guiding the beast called human nature
Ode to those undervalued teachers
Who make education allure & dapple
You are revered by me and many others
With much love and many apples
Africa is in need, Africa is in need
Africans may be schooled, learned
they may possess degrees and doctorates
in their bags there may carry any cowries
But Africa wants no mushroom dresses
it want not hill heaps of cowry shells
to press buttons of continental patriotism
Africa does not need those globe-trotters
Africa needs new babies not cloned
the ones with honest humility in their hearts
those with genuine love for humanity
the ones who place their species on white clouds
Africa is in need of babies of free calling
the ones who feel for Africa is their mother
those persons raised by blind families
to live blind lives of humane commitments
Prophets ordained in bushes of Africa
Soothsayers with oracles from Western forests
Saviors anointed from snow and icy hills
cannot claim to heal wounds eaten by termites
Africa is in need of those simple babies
the ones who can put aside their blue English
and rainbow French, and climb down from jeeps
babies who can sing lullaby for old mother to rest
My dad drinks beer in his angriest t-shirt, waiting
for me to prove my purpose, two doctorates
like scholarly wings to lift his ass
to the upper class, where
he will drink beer in his angriest t-shirt, waiting.
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