Every imperfect system can still produce extraordinary seeds

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Every imperfect system can still produce extraordinary seeds

They Called It a Prison, But It Gave Me Wings

Some say the wind whispered sorrow through the cracked windows of their childhood school. The walls were high; the gates too heavy. The uniforms, they claimed, felt like shackles. And though they walked out with certificates in hand, they speak of that place not as an alma mater but as a prison.

But... was it?

Was it truly a prison  or was it simply a raw and rugged forge, too loud to whisper comfort, yet quietly molding legends?

Too often we return to our pasts with eyes trained only on what went wrong. We magnify the cracks, the chaos, the disappointments. We turn our origin stories into horror films, stripping them of every glimmer of light that once sustained us.

But here is a truth many never sit with:
Every imperfect system can still produce extraordinary seeds.

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Yes, your secondary school may have lacked air-conditioning; the teachers may have been underpaid; the punishments too harsh. But let us not forget  in that same school, someone birthed a dream. A group of young girls built a robot.Another girl found her voice in the drama club. A child, forgotten by many, taught herself math by candlelight and later solved national problems with algorithms.

You see, every institution will have its flaws. No country, no system, holds the monopoly on perfection. Not Nigeria. Not America. Not the UK. Not anywhere. Every place you run to comes with its own shadows. There are schools abroad with glittering walls but grieving hearts; students with iPads but no identity; classrooms with polish, but no purpose.

We must be careful not to curse the soil that grew us simply because it wasn't fragrant.

Sometimes, the very pain we despise is the pressure that forged our excellence.
Sometimes, the "prison" was actually the womb of purpose.

Let's be honest, some of us were raised by school walls that didn't pamper, but they planted. The corridors taught resilience. The stern voices built grit. The lack of luxury birthed creativity. And while the system may have failed to love us gently, it still trained us loudly.

To those who now sit in thrones of success and feel tempted to spit at their origin
Pause.
Breathe.
Remember.

Even if the system didn't give you everything you needed, it gave you enough to get started. You owe it to your roots not to lie about them. Truth without gratitude is bitterness wearing a tuxedo.

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Four things every wanderer must remember:

1. You are not what happened to you; you are what you decide to become despite what happened.

2. If you found a better system, be grateful  but don't use it to shame your past. Use it to upgrade it.

3. Perfection is a myth. Even heaven had rebellion. Every system has a crack what matters is your decision to plant or poison.

4. A healed adult doesn't mock the soil; they return to water it for the next seed.

And to every parent reading this please, don't just send your children to school. Send them with values. Raise children who know how to turn darkness into light, and scarcity into solutions. Don't raise children who are only trained to critique; raise ones who are commissioned to create.

The world doesn't need more commentators. It needs more reformers.

Let's not raise a generation that flees from tough beginnings.
Let's raise one that transforms trenches into temples.

Because sometimes, the "prison" wasn't meant to punish you. It was preparing you for the palace.

With love, with grace, and with gratitude for the soil that raised me,

Praise Fowowe

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