Chapter 2 – First Steps at School
Salimo grew up surrounded by simple walls and silent dreams. His mother, firm in hope, believed there was more to her son than poverty allowed. It was she who, one sunny morning, led him by the hand to the small neighborhood school.
The building was modest, almost forgotten. The iron gate creaked, the floor was dirt, the desks scratched by generations of children who had passed through it. But to Salimo, none of this seemed an obstacle. That place, with its peeling walls and rickety windows, felt like a portal to another world.
In the courtyard, dust rose with the rush of children. Some already knew where to sit, others played as if they were at home. Salimo felt small, but a mixture of fear and curiosity arose within him.
When the teacher wrote the first letters on the board, his eyes lit up. The noise in the room seemed to disappear, leaving only the sound of the chalk and the charm of the words. Each line on the board seemed like an invitation to discover a secret.
He didn't know it yet, but he was facing one of the biggest turning points of his life. School wouldn't erase poverty, but it would plant invisible seeds within him. Seeds of the future.
You can: Every school door you pass through is also a door to the future.
