The Girl Child
by Angelina Achol

The Girl Child

Jewel of inestimable value

The pearl of the oceans

Though like a diamond in the dirt,

She is usually undervalued

Often maltreated, dejected and detested

Yet like an owl alone in the desert,

She builds herself into a real woman

And converting all odds into stepping stones

Oh girl child,

A rare gem

A care giver

A potential mother

My mother,

Your mother,

A mother to us all

My home maker,

Your true champion

Our nation builder:

You may know many mechanics,

But my heart pants for the lady mechanic;

You can tell me stories of humanitarian service providers, But Mother Theresa still hold still the hand of time,

The world keeps producing prime ministers,

Yet Margaret Thatcher stands the test of time

History has stories on many subject matters,

But the present and the future has a place for the Girl Child; A route leading men into tomorrow,

A lamp unto the path of success,

A boat sailing over the slavery of life to independence,

A ready help for every husband,

The brain behind the success of all men

There is no arguing

The girl child is knowledge personified, wisdom branded,

For Genuine counsel abodes with her,

Leading by example is her way of life,

Instructing by living it out

Is her culture,

Guiding by doing it is her tradition,

Giving discipline with care is her way of doing things

For she is a born teacher,

Who knows not just what and how to teach,

But knows exactly who to teach,

Oh my mother,

Who alone teaches me morals

She alone knows the highway to education,

No wonder she teaches even outside the classroom.

The girl child is a transmitter of knowledge,

But how can she transmit without being educated?

Give me your hands and take mine,

Together let’s

Send the girl child to school,

Train the girl child in school,

For in the girl child lies the hope for a better tomorrow.

For in the girl child lies the hope for a better tomorrow.