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Till We Meet Again...

Memories of that day, flash through my mind. I can still feel the tension. My dad and I hold hands as he led me to that foreign land. Too many foreign faces. That foreign place, we all call school. I cry a little but he urges me to be brave. Brave! I was only four years old. Leaving me behind, he hopes that I may find a father figure among my teachers.

Studies develop brainpower. Sports develop willpower. A student, can do both without feeling any pain. Studying all day. Working for appreciation while sacrificing a lot of recreation.

Oh! Highschool. Damn! I miss those days when we had so much fun. Cracking jokes while teasing someone and whenever we got into trouble, we used to run.

And while most of you guys were trying to remember the difference between prophase and metaphase, chromosomes and chromatin, madam Akweywa kept reminding us that biology ain't a science. Biology is life.

Madam Akweywa played such an important role in shaping and guiding the lives of many students. Some I may know, some I may never know. But if my life ain't example enough, then I don't know whose is.

Rarely does someone get to influence a person's life in a positive way for a lifetime, as she did. Fostering optimism and confidence. Providing knowledge that leads to success. Being a good role model as she did, she is, she will be...

I remember the times she was there for us, standing close like a friend. There till the end. In her, many of us saw inspiration. Wherever the oceans meet the sky, we shall forever have great memories of her.

Life is something we all share. The way we live it is all up to us. Life is something we should cherish. We never know when we shall perish. So sad, we never got to say goodbye. So devastating that you're gone. We never knew that life would take such an unexpected path. Heartbreaking reality we have to grasp. Till we meet again on the beautiful shore, may your soul rest in eternal peace.

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