Dr. Tererai Trent, PHD , Educator and Humanitarian
Hurungwe District, Zimbabwe
December 10, 2012
The following post first appeared on Tererai Trent's blog.
Ping. Ping. Ping.
That’s the sound of text messages hitting my mobile phone here in California, day and night, after
navigating over the long dirt roads and open blue skies thousands of miles away
from my home, in Africa. With each ping, my smile beams more brightly, my
step has more spring and my bliss is boundless. And, I am reminded of the
words of the soulful R&B singer Sam Cooke “A change is gonna come.”
For you see, my dream
of bringing a better education to children in my rural village
of Matau, Zimbabwe, is soon to come true. A
gaggle of grandmothers – Gogos in my native term, tease me with these texts,
feeding me morsels of news about the progress on the Matau Primary School
project. This will create a brighter future
for nearly 4,000 children and 125 teachers.
"A brand new school
is now standing, it almost seems like I am dreaming," Gogo Sande says
in her text.
The next morning, before I
have recovered from my joy of reading her text, I get two more:
"Tererai, my daughter
could not read and write and died leaving orphans under my care. Now they can
read at home and I get to participate in their reading, it has never been heard
of until Matau Project. It's a miracle.” Gogo Kawocha.
"I saw the new desks
and chairs arriving, our children have hope for a better future,” Gogo Kambuzuma tells me in her text.
My heart is brimming over
with affection and tears come to my eyes as I picture these grandmothers,
walking around my village, tracking down the young men and asking or paying
them a few cents to relay their messages to me via text on their mobile
phones. I am humbled knowing that these women have had little to no
schooling themselves yet they share the same enthusiasm of children
awaiting their first day of school.
At this time of year, when we
express our gratitude, I want to bestow mine on these grandmothers. I
thank them for reminding me that hope springs eternal. I can hear them
saying, “Naysayers of Africa, pass on through. Your stay is temporary, like the
shift in shadows under the clouds of the African sky.” Change is gonna
come. Progress is on the horizon. Can you feel it?
Tinogona! It is