Poem: TELL US THE GOOD STORIES

The echoes of the Community of Practice
Vibrating through the midst of storms, rain and winds
Echoes; “Tell us the good stories”
The unborn child tumbles and tosses
Hearing the echoes filtering through the warm cubicle
Restlessly hearing the words; “Tell us the good stories”
Unable to hold patience and eager for hearing the good story
Kicked with excitement when hearing the sound echoing
“STEMI! STEMI! The solution to your poverty!”
The unborn pushed open the boundaries
And with excitement said; “Tell me the good story like you have never told me before”.
“Tell me the good story to nurture my mind”.
The echoes of the Community of Practice still whispering to my ears
In the dusty corner of Matatiele
Barefooted; waiting impatiently to see STEMI
Amongst the dusty winds of poverty, a light is shed
A light carrying the voice “I am STEMI, pick up yourself and follow me
to expos and robotics daughters and sons of Olympiads and Competitions”
The winds of change blew the dusted face of the youth
The world became brighter with echoes of the Community of Practice.
Still vibrating in the mind
The reality of the power of STEMI coming into practice
A voice came from ASTEMI
“You are the good story to tell”