ni nakala ya barua ya raisi flani wa amerca jina tunalo aliindika kwa mwalimu wa mtoto wake...

Respected teacher,
My son will have to learn, I know, that all men are not just; all men are not true; but teach him also that for every scoundrel there is a hero, that for every selfish politician there is a dedicated leader. Teach him that for every foe there is a friend. It will take time; I know, but teach him if you can, that a dollar earned is of more value than a dollar found. Teach him how to lose and also how to enjoy a win. Steer him away from envy, if you can.

Teach the secret of quiet laughter, let him learn that bullies are easiest to lick. Teach him if you can, the wonders of books, but also give him the quiet times to ponder over the eternal mystery of birds in the sky; bees in the sun and flowers on a green hillside in school, teach him that it is far more honourable to fail than to cheat.

Teach him to have faith in his own ideas even if everyone tells him that he is wrong. Teach him to be gentle with gentle people and tough with the tough. Try to give my son the strength not to follow the crowd, when everyone is getting into the bandwagon. Teach him to listen to all men but teach him also to filter all what he hears on a screen, of truth and take the good that comes through.

Teach him, to laugh when he is sad. Teach him that there is no shame in tears, teach him to scoff at cynics and to be aware of too much sweet times, teach him to sell his brawn and brain to the highest bidder, but never put a price tag on his heart and soul. Teach him to close his ears to a howling mob and stand to fight if he thinks he is right. Treat him gently but do not cuddle him because only the test of life makes fine steel. Let him have the courage to be impatient, let him have patience to be brave.

Teach him always to have a fulfilling faith in himself because then he will always have sublime faith in mankind. This is for the older, but see what you can do. He is such a fine fellow, my son.

elimu ni kila ki2