Just A Grain

Just as Mary picked the call, she heard Rita shout excitedly. “Mary! They’ve sacked those useless teachers. They’ve…” In that moment, Mary’s thoughts floated to three weeks before.

…...

Her grandmother had walked in to see her in deep thoughts. She asked what was happening and Mary narrated how the girls in the school she was posted to were being sexually exploited.

“Then do something!”

“Me? I’m just a grain of sand. No one will listen to me.”

“Hmm,” Her grandma thought for a while. “There’s a saying in your grandfather’s village: One grain does not fill a sack but it helps. Because it shows that the sack isn’t empty. My jewel, the world isn’t empty of people who can do good. By speaking up, you’ll give those girls hope, you’ll show the world that good people still exist.”

‘Mama, you are right.” That night, Mary published her first Facebook post on the issue.

…...

“Mary! Are you there? You are like a hero now.”

Mary smiled. “No, I am just a grain.”