Limo's Narratives.

Every time I reflect back after leaving Bishop Cavallera Girls’ School, one thing pops up in my mind. I needed the school more than the school needed me. I needed the students more than they needed me. I learnt more than I taught. Every impact that I had dreamt of transmitting turned back to me. I won’t lie to you that I helped the students in achieving their goals. What I know is not a lie is that students made me better at what I did. In its location, culture and composition. I miss the place. It is not that the place was ideal. I made a lot of mistakes. I made enemies and there were times I gave up on my struggles. At some point, I had to give up. I yelled, I shouted. I was angry. I was lonely. There are those classes I attended unprepared. Some I felt I never gave my best. Some I was consumed by disappointments that I was not effective in delivering. It never stopped me from loving the place. It never stopped my pursuit. I still felt at home. I still derived happiness from the ...

The month of April has given me more time to reflect not only on myself but also on the noise that is going on around me. Education, politics, economy, environment and more of such issues. At the end of the month, I added two things to my list of the things that I want to show more concern about. One is the environment and the other is mental health. I have also adopted new grounds to support my arguments or I have entirely developed new arguments. This does not mean I have dropped the argument that poor people will not inherit the kingdom of God. No. I have not even a single inch. I believe in change and all the efforts that are being put to realise a just environment. A society that is healthy. A society that treasures happiness and humanity. Looking back, I realise that this is my passion. To contribute towards an environment that is good for all. I told you I wanted to serve in the altar. I ended up in the chalkboard. Those are the areas that naturally beckoned me. The goal ...