The day of the radio interview arrived faster than Eric expected. He had never been to a radio station before, and as he stepped into the small but busy building, he felt his heart pounding. The journalist, Madam Serwaa, led him to a room filled with microphones, computers, and blinking lights. The smell of old newspapers and warm electronics filled the air.
"Don't be nervous," Madam Serwaa said with a reassuring smile. "Just speak from your heart."
Eric nodded, taking a deep breath. He had always spoken confidently in front of his classmates, but this was different. Now, the whole town—and maybe even beyond—would hear him.
Soon, the red ON AIR light blinked on.
"Good morning, listeners," Madam Serwaa's voice filled the room. "Today, we have a special guest—someone you may not expect. He is not a politician, not a professor, but a five-year-old boy with big ideas. Please welcome Eric Nyarko."
Eric adjusted his small body in the chair, leaning toward the microphone.
"Good morning," he said, his voice steady but filled with excitement.
Madam Serwaa smiled. "Eric, tell us—why did you start your study group?"
Eric cleared his throat. "Because I believe Ghana can be great. But for Ghana to be great, we must learn in a way that helps us solve real problems. Many students don't enjoy school because it doesn't feel useful. But if we learn in a way that makes sense, we will do better. And when we do better, Ghana will do better."
There was a brief silence. Even the station workers paused to listen.
Madam Serwaa leaned forward. "And what do you say to people who think you're just a child dreaming too big?"
Eric smiled. "Every big tree started as a small seed. If we wait until we are older to start making a change, it might be too late. Ghana needs us now, not later."
The Impact of His Words.
The interview lasted only fifteen minutes, but by the time it ended, something had changed. People in taxis, in their homes, and at market stalls were talking about the little boy who spoke like a leader.
At school, teachers who once doubted him now watched him with curiosity. Even Mr. Kusi, the strictest teacher, stopped him after class.
"Eric," he said, his voice softer than before. "Maybe I was too harsh on you. Keep learning, keep thinking. Ghana needs people like you."
At home, his parents could barely keep up with the visitors coming to meet their son. Some came to congratulate him. Others came with questions—about education, about leadership, about Ghana's future.
And through it all, Eric remained the same determined boy.
A Dream That Never Ends.
One evening, as he sat on the porch with his father, staring at the stars, Mr. Nyarko asked, "Eric, what do you want to do next?"
Eric thought for a moment, then said, "I want to keep learning. I want to find more ways to help. One day, I will not just talk about Ghana becoming great—I will make sure it happens."
His father smiled. "And how will you do that?"
Eric grinned. "Step by step. Victory by victory."
His father let out a deep, proud laugh. "Then go on, my son. Keep building the nation."
As the night breeze whispered through the trees, Eric closed his eyes and smiled. He knew—this was just the beginning.
And one day, the whole world would know too.