I Walk with the Wolf–Stories from a One-room SchoolHouse

A scrawny Wolf was almost dead with hunger when he happened to meet a strong-looking House-dog who was passing by. “Greetings, Cousin,” said the Dog. “Your irregular life will soon be the ruin of you. Why do you not work steadily as I do, and get your food regularly given to you?”

“I would have no objection,” said the Wolf, “if I could only get a place.”

“I will easily arrange that for you,” said the Dog; “come with me to my master and you shall share my work.”

So the Wolf and the Dog went towards the town together. On the way there, the Wolf noticed that the hair on a certain part of the Dog’s neck was very much worn away, so he asked him how that had come about.

“Oh, it is nothing,” said the Dog. “That is only the place where the collar is put on at night to keep me chained up; it chafes a bit, but one soon gets used to it.”

“Is that all?” said the Wolf. “Then good-bye to you, Master Dog.”

During my years in the public fool system, I was the master dog.

Even though I felt confined and restricted in my ability to teach liberating truth to my students, I eventually resigned myself to the cage of teaching for the test and eurocentric indoctrination.

I failed to challenge the system because the meals were steady and the possibility of it not being there terrified me.

Eventually, I removed the chain, left the gated yard behind, and found freedom in Kamali Academy.

Today, I walk with the wolf. What are you waiting for?

Revolutionary Love!

Baba Dr. Brotha Samori Camara

www.KamaliAcademy.com