"Science Is Discovery."
We chanted excitedly, our little voices echoing in the classroom, in response to our teacher's question, "What Is Science?". This was happening in our basic science class.
I was eight and in elementary 3 — that was the first time I ever heard that word science.
Back then, it was just the usual classroom chant and didn't mean much to me... not until I started seeing science all around me. I have found it so fascinating ever since.
I love science for what it is, for the way it pulls back the curtain on the mysteries of Nature—like how rain wasn't the tears of our ancestral gods but tiny water droplets which grow, eventually become too heavy to stay suspended in the sky, and fall to the ground as rain. Like how the crackle of thunder wasn’t the feared wrath of Amadioha (god of thunder) —but a clash of charges up there in the sky.
A lot of things about science, to a simple village girl, was novelty. I, who would sit under the moonlight, eyes wide with curiosity, counting the tiny stars without knowing that they were actually giant burning suns so far away, but which still found their way into my village nights and Grandma's folktales.
How could a voice sing and speak through a little box, without a visible mouth, and they called it "The radio?" But I called it "Magic".
Now I have learned that science happens all around us. I have also come to appreciate the wonders of Nature through science and realized that I don't need a Lab coat to continue being in love with it. Just see how it keeps getting better everyday, better, bolder and more mind-blowing.
But Science isn't finished yet as the sky is indeed full of questions, waiting for answers, quests still waiting for wonders, silent eyes still waiting for miracles.
Because science is indeed our miracle
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