THE CHARCOAL SELLER’S DAUGHTER WILL ONE DAY WEAR WHITE CLOTH. (A motivational piece).
Authored by Musah, Abdul-Rahman.
Photographed by Mcsnow_lens.
They wear white apparel, an apparel I always pine and wish to wear but I live with paupers who’s sweats are brewed by the scorching sun just to amalgamate their petty dime before food can be put on the table. I am always camouflaged with my black dirty apparel; bought in ages which has never seen soap which might have even fledge out it’s dirtiness to mitigate it’s odour and makes it clean compared to the nice clothes surrounding me.
I am the charcoal sellers daughter who roams, yet hide from the world for them not to see how charcoal dust had smeared on my beautiful skin, the world sees me and set their jaws ablaze to gossip and calls me dirty yet they have forgotten to see that am a pauper living in an extreme poverty struggling with them to make ends meet. The world criticise, degrade my dignity, and tag me as nuisance because I don’t wear what they wear. Talking about their pizza’s and Burger’s, a poor girl like me can’t afford to get one for myself.
I school with the kids of the world, they laugh and call me dirty yet I don’t give up. I swallow their insults just to build the inner instinct which I feel within that one day they will see me and bow. Academically, I can be compared to the Akyekyere ne Nwaw (tortoise and snail) hall within the Presbyterian college of education located in Akropong tagged as the non performing hall in “jama” competition yet they always reign in academics.
As dirty as I am, as stinky as I am; I know one day the charcoal seller’s daughter will also wear white cloth, the charcoal seller’s daughter has a dream too. I believe and it is possible!