Youths Can Still Rise Poem by Preston Mwiinga

When was growing up I thought life was about going to a good private school where I would cauld carry my food in a lunch box and where a nice pair of trousers than going to a government or community school where my fellow kids could wear safari suits and plastic shoes.

When I was about to complete school, I had high expections of becoming what I wanted but the winds diverted me like the paper blown in all directions, my worst dream was now what I was going to live with forever.

When I was graduating of course with my good grades, I was highly expectant that I was going to find a proper job not until when my credentials got eatern by a mouse. So painful it was but left me sack.

The moment when I became stranded, my life was being panel beaten. Just like the visions the prophets had, mine was shown that I was to try agriculture
'Agriculture! ' I argued because I was too smart for that.
My doubts only got drained up when I tried it out and gave me the first good results, the next were perfect and followed by the best.
In agriculture I am here to stay.

Youths can rise to the challenge of jobs and wealth creation. An entrepreneur I am. My own boss I became but still a youth am.
It is time because now is the time that we reclaim our lost pride as youth and become wealth and health by the fruits of our hands.

Alone, we can not do it but together we can. The future our nation is in the young Generation, we are the present and the future.
So let us wise up and stand for the best.