AFTER trudging on for almost six years in the teaching profession, I was convinced that I had found a lifetime passion, a passion I would never part with. Teaching became a mother, a father but most importantly a loving home. But I had come to understand that people meet to part and part to meet. I too was destined to part with my passion. It was not an easy decision to make, I felt like a child leaving the parents’ home for the first time, but I had to endure my pain and walk away boldly. I realised It was time to embrace my inner child passion – “exposing and educating the Namibian nation at large.”
Although it was not an easy decision to make one thing is assured, the good memories I shared with each Namibian child whose life I had a chance to influence. I will forever cherish the ungrammatical phrases that usually made me look forward to each day with so much joy. Phrases such as: “I was not wanted”, “I was had gone”, and the likes. Best of all the phrases will always be: “Don’t kill, just shot him on leg, where he unable to ran away.” After three years, it is indeed still a classic.
There is no perfect home – the teaching fraternity was not all glory either and seriously I will not miss waking up at 5 am nor writing daily lesson plans and the dust from the chalk that cost me a lot of medical consultation (chuckle).
Here, despite the tight deadlines and the daily running around like a headless chicken, New Era Publication Corporation has been great so far and I am enjoying my new home with new parents and siblings. At some point I did think I would have by now dusted off my writing skills with the daily chalk dust at school, but I have just realised that I have not drowned my writing skill in teaching and for that I will always be grateful. So far I am enjoying having to beg for information like a homeless dog and the harassment I encounter every now and then, but all is good. Until the next harassment, Eewa.
By Nuusita Ashipala