We Made Teachers Beggars… and now we’re Paying the Price.

We Made Teachers Bêggars… and now we’re Paying the Price.

They once stood tall with chalk in hand—now they bend low with bowls, begging to survive.

We strïpped them of dignity.
We mõcked their tãttered clothes.
We turned a noble profession into a national shãme.
At every PTA meeting, we ãrgued about paying them well.

We expected them to teach with passion on an êmpty stomach.
Now, most of the best minds avoid the classroom.
They choose tech, trade, and even TikTok—but not teaching.
Our children sit before those who never wanted to be there.

Some teachers now double as Okada riders.
Some sell second-hand clothes during and after school hours.
Some can’t afford their own children’s school fees.

We see them trekking long distances.
We pretend not to notice.
The same teachers who shaped our paths now sleep hüngry.
But we still demand miracles in our education system.

Let’s not pretend—we did this.
By nêglecting them, we built a generation that lãüghs at books.
By underpaying them, we raised youths who can’t spell “rêspect.”
By humiliating them, we kïllêd the future of our nations.
Until we restore the honour of teachers, the classroom will remain a grãvêyard of dreams.

It’s time to rise.
If you’re a parent, speak up.
If you’re in power, act.
If you’re a teacher, don’t lose hope.
Because without teachers, there is no tomorrow.