Beneath a roof of sun-warmed clay,
Where whispers of knowledge softly sway,
Stands Mama Amani, a spirit so keen,
A village’s treasure, a teacher unseen.
With hard-skinned fingers, she holds the chalk tight,
Writing letters on slates, bathed in morning light,
Her voice, a melody, clear and so pure,
Telling stories, opening every door.
From numbers and letters to tales of old,
She ignites young minds, brave and bold,
Planting seeds of wisdom, with care and delight,
Nurturing dreams in the sun’s golden light.
Mama Amani, a pillar of strength,
Her spirit was unwavering, resisting all length,
In her presence, futures blossom and bloom,
A proof to Africa, defying the gloom.
Like a mango tree, offering shade and sweet fruit,
She shelters young minds, a sanctuary so acute,
Her teachings, knowledge etched in every heart,
A village school teacher, playing a wondrous part.
Though walls may be humble, and resources may lack,
Mama Amani’s passion ignites a vibrant track,
For in her eyes, wisdom and hope reside,
A symphony of knowledge, with nothing to hide.
Let us raise our voices, in praise and pride,
For the village school teacher, whose spirit cannot hide,
Mama Amani, a star in the African sky,
Her light forever burning, soaring ever high.
