A letter to the Sponsors

It is five o’clock in the morning. It’s drizzling again. But Natasha is already up. Up because she is chasing her dreams and goals. She’s been doing this for four years now. It is right to say she’s used to being hit by the early morning trickles. I’ll differ with you today. Who on earth ever finds her feet on being rained on each morning? Do you know how Natasha struggles through the three kilometer walk, muddy roads that you refused to repair? All that because she values education!

Allow me engage you a bit Mheshimiwa. You have kids, sindio? Do they ever get pounded on by these thick sheets of rain? Si your kids are dropped to school daily in posh cars? The one you acquired through mama Natasha’s taxes. You are so loquacious in parliament. We listen to you daily on radio.