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RISE, LITTLE STARS

 

_(A Spoken Word for the New School Term)_


_Tomorrow,_

The gates will creak open,
The chalk will kiss the board,
and the dreams of a nation will walk into classrooms,
bright-eyed and unbroken.

_Tomorrow,_

The pens shall dance,
The books shall breathe,
The corridors shall hum the ancient song of knowledge —
The song that built empires,
that freed hearts,
that still calls us higher.


_Teachers,_

Your hands do not merely hold chalk —
they hold futures.

"Wisdom is like a baobab tree; no one can embrace it alone."

Yet daily, you stretch your arms wide,
embracing generations.

As Mwai Kibaki once said:

> "Education is the key to unlock Kenya’s full potential."

And you—guardians of that key—
unlock destinies every sunrise.


_Parents and Guardians,_

You u are the invisible architects of resilience,

The silent champions behind every achievement.

"The child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth."

Embrace them still.

Cheer them still.

Believe in them still.

_Students,_

you beautiful carriers of tomorrow’s crown,
step boldly.

"A bird does not change its feathers because the weather is bad."
Neither must you change your dreams when challenges roar.

Fly anyway.
Dream anyway.
Build anyway.

As Jomo Kenyatta declared:

> "Our children are the hope and the builders of this nation."

You are not small.
You are not alone.
You are the dream awakened.


When you grow weary,
hear the voice of Proverbs 22:6:

> "Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old, he will not depart from it."



_Remember the wisdom of Nelson Mandela:_

> "It always seems impossible until it’s done."



And the old African truth:

> "When the roots are deep, there is no reason to fear the wind."




_The Final Call:_

Rise, little stars.
Burn bright in your classrooms,
Burn bright in your dreams,
Burn bright for Kenya.

This term,
let us not just attend school —
let us build legacies.

Let us not just teach lessons —
let us shape legends.

The time is now.
The journey is ours.
The victory is certain.
Let us rise — and never stop rising.


_HGMD GROUP_

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