I USED TO LOVE TEACHING
(Kebba S. Juwara, English Major – UTG, University of The Gambia)
Date published: 19th April, 2024
Publisher: IPRO-MINISTRY, EDUSA.
By: Kebba S. Juwara
Third Year Student
Phone: +220 3494385
Email: kj22115043@utg.edu.gm
How often did you hear people say: “Teaching is just a gateway” or teachers saying: “I did not choose teaching. I did not just have a choice”? Well, you will be surprised that this is the truth in almost all cases. More than ninety per cent of teachers I met and discussed with either told me that they did not have a choice or planned to leave the field. Nonetheless, this is not the case with me. I love teaching and I chose it.
When I was in the lower grades towards junior high, becoming a medical doctor was my dream or rather a dream for me. That is because my father had respect for only the sciences and wanted me to be a doctor. His continuous repetition of this had made me make it my dream.
However, this did not last long after discovering my talent and adoration for reading and writing subjects, and my weakness in Mathematics. Fast forward, the dream of a medical doctor got dropped in the dustbin and I took a better calling, one closer to my heart. It was teaching- yes you read that right. When I was a student, I loved reading extensively, especially on areas I was sure no one within my circle read, and I would come to explain them in class when the class was free. The more I did this, the more I realized how sweet teaching would be. I enjoyed every bit of it: The deliberations, the digressions and more, answering questions posed to me. There is nothing sweeter than receiving a question you can answer.
Progressively, I began helping my classmates in English Language and Literature and many times, some told me they only understood certain topics after I explained them. However, this did not mean my English Language and Literature teachers were not competent; they were my favourite teachers. Thanks to them for nurturing me well. I believe the reason my colleagues understood me better than them was my close link with them or perhaps, they felt more comfortable around me than them, but the competence of my teachers was unquestionable.
Consequently, when I graduated, I chose to study English Language in order to be a teacher. My father on the other hand had a different plan. He chose Public Health for me since it is closer to Medicine which was impossible for me to study anymore. He pushed me so hard that, even after starting a program at The Gambia College, School of Education, I had to apply for Public Health admission. My luck came one day when he discussed with some of his seniors at his office and realized that almost all of them were once teachers. He came home that day with some respect for the teaching field and gave me a choice to continue the teacher training or go for Public Health. Without a millisecond passing by, I told him I preferred teaching. This was how I continued the program.
From this point, nothing in life became really challenging to me. I loved what I was doing and I was doing what I loved. When I graduated from the College in 2018 and was appointed by the Ministry of Basic and Secondary Education, I became the happiest man on earth.
All this time, the teaching condition and whatever difficulty surrounded it was never my problem. In fact, I was posted to a village and the staff quarters was very far from standard. There was no electricity. The rooms were small, and we all know provincial villages are hotter than those in Kombo. But my love for standing in front of students transcended and overrode the tribulations. I usually woke up very early in the morning, and got prepared for school. I taught with passion. When the school closed, I felt eager for the reopening. I loved the art.
However, things began to crumble in recent years. I have now seen my high school colleagues doing better financially. I barely enter a new month with a thousand Dalasis from the last month. The conditions of the schools (public schools) became unbearable and instead of getting motivated, we are being hunted and haunted by those above us. I lost my grip. I lost the love of my life. Teaching became a burden to me.
In 2022, I got knocked down by the Ministry through the Region 2 Education Office. They asked me to stop going to the university or else I would have my salary halted. I tried to negotiate and put to them how important the studies were to me but that made them even more furious particularly, Alasan Jallow who was then the Human Resource Officer at the Region 2 office. He blocked my salary and asked for my deferment letter from the university before releasing my salary. Our elders say; “On a day of misfortune, even cold porridge burns your mouth”. I went to apply deferment which was never difficult but the university administration told me that they did not offer deferment at the time of the semester. I had to complete that semester. To make the matters worse, it was the time of posting, and I got posted to Nioro Jataba, a village in Region 4. At this point, I lost the battle. It was impossible to continue university whilst in Kiang. The message from the Ministry and the Regional Office was clear- “Stop Your University Program”.
I went back to Alasan Jallow but his stance was clear, deferment or no salary. I told him that the university was not offering deferment at that time of the semester and I was posted to Region 4 so I had no choice but to defer when deferment opens. It was only then he wrote a letter to the Payroll Office to release my salary. But I never got a drawback for the months I did not receive a salary.
This experience made me bitter. And with every little inconvenience in the teaching field, I get sour. What I used to love so much is losing its place in my heart and it is not my fault. The system needs improvement. Teachers deserve better.
This is why on the occasion of World Teachers’ Day, I composed this poem to lament that Gambian teachers have nothing to celebrate:
“Anything to Celebrate?”
“Happy Teachers’ Day”, we proclaim
But what celebration can we claim
When we cease to overlook the reality
Look at the condition
Of our teacher training schools
And tell me if you have anything to celebrate
Take a tour of our public schools
See the working conditions of teachers
And tell me if you have anything to celebrate
Visit the home of teachers
See how hard they are sustaining their families
And tell me if there is anything to celebrate
Study the economic gaps in the civil service
See the level of teachers
And tell me if you have anything to celebrate
Ask provincial teachers about living conditions
Ask urban teachers about the transport system
And tell me if you have anything to celebrate…
Take a good look at a teacher
See what frustration he hides behind his smiles
And tell me if you have anything to celebrate
Article By: Kebba S. Juwara
Published by the IPRO-MINISTRY, EDUSA-UTG