Beautiful and moving story from one of our students on @humansofamsterdam ❌❌❌ "When we were children, he would tell us stories about his childhood. He grew up in a small village in Congo. He walked every single day to school for 3 hours. After primary school, he moved to another town, all by himself, far away from his family to continue his education. Eventually, he made it to the University of Kinshasa. After graduation, my father joined the army. After that, he became a diplomat. Because of his job, I grew up in Egypt. There I went to a French school. By the time I went to university, we moved back to Congo.
Just like my dad, I went to the University of Kinshasa. The school system in Congo is completely different. In Egypt, we only had 25 students per class. In Kinshasa, I shared a classroom with 1500 other students. The professor would use a microphone and a speaker for everyone to hear him. Often students had to stand in the hallway because the classroom was too full. Sometimes, professors would lose exams. It happened to me a few times and I didn’t get to redo the exam. Instead, they would make you fail. It took me seven years to finish my bachelor's degree. It was super rough. I always kept thinking about my dad and the sacrifice he made to have a better future. Failing wasn’t an option. When I eventually graduated, He was really proud of me. Unfortunately, one month later he passed away. In our culture, it is common to give your first salary to your parents. Unfortunately, I have never been able to do so. Still, I'm glad that I could show him that his son was strong enough to get through university.'' #Repost @humansofamsterdam