Against All Odds 2

Some say that EDUCATION is the 'KEY' to LIFE; others, it's the 'LIGHT' to LIFE. Well, both lines of thoughts hold some truth and meaning in the world order of today. Where literacy and knowledge of books is emphasized and regarded as a basic human need.
But these little angels and their tutor have girded their loins and resolved to taste ''the white-man's magic'' so as to be at par with the rest of the world. They seem unperturbed by the many odds against them...They are HEROES & HEROINES in their own right...though the government may have ignored them. 
SPARE A THOUGHT:
To be upset over what you don't have is to to waste what you do have. ~ Ken Eye.

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