Letter to the Class of 2026

On Tuesday morning, I stood at Ben Thema Primary School and watched you arrive, small bodies wrapped in oversized uniforms, some clutching lunch tins tightly, others holding onto their teachers as if the world might shift beneath their feet. It was your first official day of school. For you, it felt ordinary. For the rest of us, it was a quiet checkpoint in time.

This letter is meant for you to find again, perhaps 20 years from now, when the dust of childhood has settled and life has revealed its sharp edges and soft mercies. Consider it a send-off from a generation that walked before you, leaving behind some elemental findings and unfinished work.