My Best Teacher
I had some very good primary school teachers who were awesome
But in all my schooling, one of my college instructors stood out to be super awesome
In our first day of class we all sat on a beautiful mat that she had acquired from one of her travels to a middle eastern country
Then we drank tea in tiny little cups
This is a welcoming gesture that she had learnt from her travels
This special gesture always reminds me of the book Three Cups of Tea
We were about twelve students, about five minorities
It was called World Studies
That little gesture brought all of us closer
On our last day of class we had an international potluck where we each brought food from our different cultures and ethnic backgrounds
Am sure God was smilling on that day as he watched us try each other's foods and learn about each other through it
I remember a story she told us of how she wore a niqab to her church and stood by the door as a greeter
She talked of how most people avoided her direction, some not even looking at her
She was this petite white woman
She had travelled to twenty something countries worldwide doing missionary work
She had walked on soils where women were regarded inferior and unworthy
She had put her hands during her missions, in places where white people were loathed
But even with some of the dire situations she found herself into, she still had that caring and loving heart
I remember the projects we did for refugees
Another of her many passions
She provided healthcare, education and assisted with basic needs acquisitions for them
I learnt that we can all sit down, have a cup of tea, put down our differences and accept each,
to make this world a peaceful place
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