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For Those Who Fix Their Eyes On Fat Dough

I lie where I failed, asleep in the pool of my blank sheets. But I must sit up now, pick my pen and trace my root.


Imagine you’re stressing yourself out every day of your life, putting in all the efforts, resourses and energy in your job, just to keep food on the table. JUST to keep food on the table! As if life is all about food – I know, food is as important as life itself, yet, I refuse to shove aside these other things like being able to own luxury houses, buy designers clothes, shoes, bags and stuff like that, going to the best hospital for medical attention and buying any of the posh cars in town.

And do stuff like going on vacation to most relaxing destinations and seeing the amazing places of the world.

For those who constantly keep their eyes on their dough and how lean or fat it is, working for peanuts can be a daunting task

I call myself a teacher, a guilty one who can’t be a part of nation’s future building anymore because I wanted a fat dough.

Yes, a fat dough means I could cater for my needs without shedding blood through my eyes.

But teaching is the most fulfilling job I’ve ever had the chance to do, but each time I set eyes on my monthly alert, sighs escaped my lips.

I found teaching in my country frustrating! And when I left, I swore to never go back, at least not here.

I’m not frustrated by the teaching profession itself because I enjoyed my time with those children and even now I feel like I have left my call in pursuit of nothing.

But there was nothing I could do to keep myself in the position where I could be a part of the great future of these brilliant, bright eyed, carefree children.

Teachers are painfully underpaid both in public and private schools. You will see teachers getting between 20, 000 and 70,000 naira as monthly salary. That is approximately between $50 to $170 a month, less than a weeks expenses for family of four.

For those who are lucky enough to miraculously find a teaching job with over 100 thousand ( I heard there’s a school which pays its teachers a whopping 300, 000 or $724, God bless them) there is no need to grumble. You are completely rewarded.

By the way, I was offered a teaching job in United Arab Emirates with good working condition and 3,600 AED (407, 000 naira) to teach kindergarten, I thought it was too small and murmured. When I returned to my country and the first school I got interviewed in told me they would start me off with 25, 000 naira, I went mad and I asked myself question like, what have I done wrong?

The school I’m talking about has its students tuition at 60, 000 naira per term and with 34 students in the class, I deserved not less than 50 000 a month which would be 150,000 a term. Not that it was enough for my expenses but I would have managed it.

By the way the minimum amount a parent with three kids like me spends on feeding alone here can be placed around 40, 000 and you must keep it extremely well managed you know, like having your tape, balances and measuring cups for every ingredient, otherwise, you will have yourself to blame.

While some private schools with high standards pay applaudable sum to their teachers on monthly bases, some pay near to nothing, especially if you are not a “proper teacher” ( a proper primary teacher should be licenced to teach with NCE, BEd, MEd or DrEd or whatever it’s called.

Yet, with your Bsc and BA and postgraduate Diploma in fields other than education, you’re the well sort after in primary schools because they know you’re less qaulified and thereby less expensive. Having a quick 1 year teaching course does not make you a proper teacher here.

So what adds to your worth is definitely the Education specialty. You must have 3 to 4 years course in education to be qualified to open your mouth and say that you are underpaid, otherwise your mouth should remain zipped. After all no one is forcing you to follow that path.

I’ve made my research and I’ve found top ten countries places where teachers feel well rewarded. According to Forbes, these countries are trying hard for their teachers

Countries Average Salary(annual)

Swtzerland $110,000

Luxembourg $98,000

Canada $56,000

Germany $64,000

Netherlands $60,000

Australia $61,000

United States $60,000

Ireland $53,000

Austria $50,000

Denmark $52,000

It then means that teachers are not underpaid after all. At least not in the above countries.

And we expect teachers to get out of their countries and go to where they’re valued rigjt?

Yes?

But the thing is, they are not rich enough to get out of the country. If you consider the financial aspect of getting out of the country.

And I think they should stay and build the nation, for the sake of these children, fixing their eyes on God for heavenly reward.

I wish things changed for teachers for good.

Florence Ezekafor

Greetings

Intoxicating!

Seemingly endless effect!

The joy of Christmas!


Compliments of the season to you my lovely WP friends! ❤ Hope you’re enjoying your holiday.

This season is beautiful; friends, family, meetings, thanksgivings, celebrations…

The spirit of Christmas intoxicates. We are lost in joy and love and food. And when it comes to an abrupt end, our eyes open and we see clear. We realise how much this joy had given and taken. We become sober once more and hope and plan for another Chrismas – an unending cycle.

This Christmas, I decided not to travel to my hometown. It’s almost a taboo for me to celebrate Chrismas away from home, because it’s an opportunity to meet with family and friends who live away from me. But it’s okay 😀. There’s always another Christmas.

Have a swell time this holiday season!

Love,

Florence

Strange Waking

Nina stirred in the dead of the night and felt the sand on her cheek, arms and legs. Her eyes shot open and went wild. She was outside! On the bare ground.

Thick darkness was all around her and the creepy trees swayed their branches and the leaves rustled in the wind behind the fence around the compound.

She could not withstand the cold chill which ran through her when an owl howled. It was a scary night.

‘Not again!’ She muttered, picked herself up and trotted to the door. As usual, the door was locked. She had locked it before going to bed. It’s incredible to think that whatever that was taking her did not need an open door to get outside with her.

Her eyes darted to the fence when dry leaves rustled on the ground behind it before she heard footsteps and saw flashes of a touch light up in the tree. She clutched her breasts in her palm and sighed in relief. It’s a fruit picker checking for dropped ripe mangoes and apples behind her house.

That was not the first time she woke up on the bare ground outside the house after retiring in the bedroom. In fact, it was the fifth time. She tied her spare keys around her waist now so she wouldn’t be locked out.

Nina was a widow who had five children. They had all grown, established and living in the city.

Her predicament started after the funeral of her husband. She was alone eating her dinner one evening when the food in her bow vanished. That was the scariest day of her life.

The shame of telling someone about her predicament was so heavy that her lips were sealed by it. But at a point, she needed to talk about it.

When she told the neighbours and friends what happened, they were horrified.

‘You could be sleepwalking. There are many people like that.’ Her friend said, ‘You know, you can walk in your sleep, without knowing it?’

‘No,’ Nina said, This is more than sleepwalking. The doors remained untouched each time.’

‘Call a man of God to pray for you,’ her closest neighbour said. ‘It’s not ordinary. Something must be wrong somewhere.’

She met a man of God. The day he came, he said it was an evil spirit. He bound and chained the spirit and told her everything was fine again.

But that same night, her dinner did not just disappear, the plates she put the dinner in vanished with it and till this moment, she had not set eyes on them. The next day, slept in her bedroom but found herself on the bare ground outside the compound. From that day on, she found herself outside once a week.

Deep down, she knew her predicament was contending with a powerful spirit which was bent on disgracing her. She needed to be strong in prayer to put it in its proper place. But no amount of personal prayer and fasting could help her.

Nina’s children took her to a prophet. He revealed its the spirit of her husband’s grandfather whose funeral was not conducted.

Nina could not believe it. The man died many years ago and her husband did not talk much about him. Why did he come to her?

‘You must celebrate his funeral or things will continue the way they are.’ The prophet said. ‘Fix a date for his funeral, invite people, serve them food and drinks and play loud music. Make an announcement that his funeral is taking place. This is the only solution.’

‘Can’t you pray and chain his spirit forever? The dead and the living have no business with each other.’ Nina’s son said.

‘The dead should be properly laid to rest or they would wander on earth, seeking for their rights.’

Nina’s son’s laughter echoed in the prophet’s office. He shook his head and said, ‘Man of God, once a man dies, he has no idea of what is happening on earth anymore and has no connection with the world of the living.

Nina did not believe the prophet either. But she wanted to be free. She could do anything to solve her problem.

‘We’ll do it,’ she said. Her son glared at her as if she had gone insane.

Two months later, they did what the prophet said. That brought the end to her strange waking. Up till now, she found the mystery behind life after death hard to explain.

Mystery in itself is beyond man’s understanding.

Spider On The Web

Spider on the web
on a dignified dwelling
big and wide,
strong and fair.
How sad to think
that soon,
A single finger
of man, wind and rain
will find you out
and pull you down.
You and your web
will go down,
as if both of you
worth nothing,
and as if it doesn't
take planning,
budget and hard work
to build something
as complex as
a web.



Spider on the web,
I hope you survive
the invasion,
and I hope you
have the will to
build another.
When the struggle
that takes hours
or days to realize
comes down before
your eyes,
tell me you
will stop at nothing
to construct another.
Tell me you'll
repeat the struggle
as long as you live,
to give yourself
what no one
else can give;
a web.

Spider on the web,
You know how much
this means to you.
You know it's as vital
as life itself.
If the finger
that'll destroy
the result of your
struggle for no fault
of yours is kind
enough to keep
you alive,
do not weep for
the ravage.
Listen to the beat
of your heart,
and the puff of your
breath.
Even though it costs
the night, day and
sweat to acquire another,
do not give up the
struggle to have
what you need;
a web.


Spider on the web,
I'm not here to give
a fake hope
and tell you how you
will last forever
on your idling place,
or how you will be left
alone to enjoy what
you have,
you will be trashed
again, again, and again.
But as long as you
have your life and
what it takes
to always repeat
the struggle,
do what you can.
Achieve your aim,
even if you have
only a second to live
in it or end up not
not using it.
Never give up the
struggle to build
what you need;
a web.




© Fiez

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