The stories are where healing lies
It is where the old man who said nothing Becomes the hero of the day
Where the time I choose to leave
Becomes the time I am willing to stay
It is where the cockroaches do not fly Scaring the shit out of me and my wards Where avocados are always in season And everyone will fight for a worthy cause
It’s where the store owner does say good morning For human beings are social we’re told Where we no longer strive for things For nothing has to be owned
It is where keys are left indoors
Car, house or shop, let it be
Where good health is the optimum target And profits don’t drive pharmacies.
The place where your genius lies
Is handled with love and with care
The gurus who open your eyes
Release the possibilities that lie calmly there.
The stories can heal and make good
The pain caused by fear and by lies
The red becomes blue, green or orange
The power of day and of night
Stories can bring healing
Change the content
Change it all
Rewrite your own damn story
Make your ending
Your own call.
Mbeke Waseme is a LeapEd senior education advisor and lead coach in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.
She has published poetry, Exploring all of me, and Make the changes, feel the joy, a self-help book. She has worked as a writer, a photojournalist, and a DJ. She has taught in the UK, Cameroon, Ghana, Jamaica, and the US.
Her short stories and poems have been published in Pure Slush, The Writers Café, and Dove Tales.
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Mbeke Waseme, “Stories of education in the UK”