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Should we despair amidst the changing tides? 

By paul bundi karau



Should we despair amidst the changing tides? For a long time, education has been the surest escape from mental and physical impecunity. Many families were pulled out of the fangs of poverty and despair after one or two of their kin went to school. Until now. We've seen a decline in the value of education. Instead, patronage and politics seems to have replaced education as the key to prosperity. I always feel this when I speak to students about education. Should they soldier on, or should they rest easy and wait for fate? Is there any hope that a poor kid from Kitheo, who works hard in school, will meritoriously get an opportunity? My answer would be; there is no better alternative yet. The only option for a poor kid in Turkana is to go to school, and work smart. Sure, he will face challenges, but these challenges will be at another level. He might tarmac for 5 years, but he will nevertheless survive. Suffering, nay, want, begets creativity. And creativity begets opportunity. So, to our students: work smart. DON'T GIVE UP

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