Lacking vision, curiosity, the inner fire to learn.
Totally uninspired, no self-motivation, unmoved
by the wish to acquire knowledge. Some
damning report card commentary that was. No
one crept into the head of the young Indigenous
student to gently ask what he thought of it all.
Only many years later, an acclaimed poet honoured
for his vision and for his ancestral pride; at that
juncture finally undertaking the completion of
his neglected formal education to achieve that
graduation certificate his earlier self set aside
did he tell the tale of a teacher's disparagement
of a child's native religion and language as pagan
that he and his ancestors would all meet in hell.
Humiliation when the teacher subjected his name
and background to class perusal culminating in
sneers and guffaws at his shy, determined efforts at
rebutting false assertions, he knew that school
attendance was not the ultimate teaching ground for
those like himself already exposed to far more
learning experiences than could be countenanced
for a child steeped deep in the practised study of
nature and clan exposure to the humility of existence
based on tribal oral traditions of humanity.
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