Tuesday, March 16, 2010


Education is a gun. When you first pick it up, you may not be sure how to use it. You may not be aware of its true potential. You might not even know what the point of it is.

But gradually, you will learn. You will learn how to hold it and marvel its body, so mechanical yet so full of life. You will learn to load it, hearing the bullets of knowledge click past your ears. The noise will scare you at first, and doubt will assail your thoughts. Are you really good enough to wield it?

Eventually you learn to cock the gun. The readiness, the excitement that bubbles from the gun makes you smile. At last, you are in control. Your teacher then asks you to point at the target. A girl grins at you. You recoil; you can't shoot a child, surely. Then the child transforms. It becomes squereish, box-like; it becomes a TV. Propaganda blares out from suited leaders, deluding hundreds of poor, illiterate people clinging to hope rather than fact.
Your teacher steps in and shouts the word.

Still, you hesitate, your hand shaking. Your vision blurs as images flick past you, speaking Poverty, Suffering, Hate and Prejudice. You hear the screams, the anguish, and the cries of helplessness. It sickens you and makes you weep, but something ignites within you, something you realise you know all along: you want it stopped.

Your teacher nods, just once and only once.
There goes the hesitation. You pull the trigger. You can hear the bullet spinning in the man made marvel. The bullet flies as tough it moves in slow motion.
You shoot Ignorance in the head.


Anna Al-Friday said...

After reading this I believe U are now ready to handle M16

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