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Rich Ghanaian parents pay $18,000 a year at DPS International. $16,000 at Tema International School. Why?
Because their kids do the IB Diploma. SATs. Strong English. Strong essays. So they go straight to Harvard, MIT, Yale, Cornell on full scholarships.
Meanwhile, a brilliant kid in Kasoa, Tamale, or Ho is doing WASSCE thinking the best he can hope for is Legon or KNUST.
Same brain. Different information.
The rich kids aren’t smarter than you. They just had parents who knew the game.
Here’s the truth nobody tells you:
You don’t need DPS. You don’t need TIS. You don’t need rich parents.
I sold sachet water in Ghana. I went to Berea College on a full scholarship. Now I’m a software engineer in Dallas.
My friends from humble homes did it too. From WASSCE straight to top US universities. Full ride.
The system was hidden from us. Not from them.
https://t.co/pursEFinfC exists so the kid in the village has the same map as the kid in East Legon.
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Two days ago, I drove into town after work, parked my car and went inside the complex. About 45 minutes later, I returned to find my car sparkling clean, with water still on the ground. Someone had washed it.
As I admired it, a young boy walked up to me, bowed, and said, "Sir, I washed it. It’s free, but I would appreciate anything you can give."
I was moved. I gave him 2,000 naira. The joy on his face was incredible. He nearly lay flat on the ground to thank me.
I called him back and asked why he was doing this kind of work. He said he had finished secondary school, had no interest in university, and wanted to learn welding to become a professional. He was saving up for it.
I saw zeal and honesty in his eyes. He told me his parents had four children and shared them among different relatives. He ended up with an uncle who cared little about him.
After a long conversation, we exchanged contacts and I promised to get back to him. Today, I took him to register with a good welder I know.
Since the place is far from his area, I will cover his daily lunch and transportation. He will learn four days a week and use the remaining three days to rest, sort himself out, and help his uncle.
I also spoke with his parents, who were very grateful.
He starts tomorrow. I am glad I could take one child off the street.
Above all, love God.
I was at the motor park on this same day last year when I saw a small boy of about 8 years old sitting on the ground. He was not begging. He was just holding a dirty, torn paper and a pencil, trying to write 1 + 1 = 2.
A woman selling food shouted at him to leave her front and even threw dirty water near his feet. The boy did not cry. He just moved quietly to sit under a leaking roof to continue his writing. My heart pained me. I went to give him money for food, but his eyes stopped me. He looked so hungry. I asked him why he was not in school.
He told me his mother died the previous year and his uncle brought him to the city to go to school. But since he arrived, he only washes cars and sweeps while his uncle’s children go to school. He showed me his back and I saw a big wound from a hot iron his uncle’s wife used on him because a plate broke while he was washing it. He ran away three days ago and was sleeping in the park, hoping to find a bus to his village even though he has nobody there.
I looked at my fine clothes and felt ashamed. I work as a secretary. I was on my way to work but I did not continue the journey. I held his hand and told him not to cry. I told him that from that day, he was not going back to that house and he was not going to the village. I have decided to adopt him as my own son.
Today makes exactly a year he has been with me. He has a new school bag and a clean uniform. He eats good food and nobody will ever burn him again. I remembered going through the same treatment many years ago, when my aunt brought me to Lagos to send me to school but instead she turned me into her house girl and treated me like trash before God sent a good Samaritan my way who helped sponsor my education. Today, I am the same person feeding and paying fees for her children ever since she and her husband passed away in an accident.
NB: I am not posting this to show off. I am sharing this to tell everyone to be kind to other people’s children. You don’t know who will help you tomorrow. No one knows tomorrow. 🙏🏾
@Pro_designer_ That’s not true. Most flight fly across Europe. Even recently my flight used Europe route where we eventually came through North Africa.