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The Active Teacher

Comfort zones still remains a safe shitty place for me. Difficult roads they say often leads to beautiful destination and how challenging it is right now shows there will be light at the end of the tunnel.

wp-image-388576658what’s the life of a teacher without a student? Tell me if you can. Trees, moving vehicles and sounds of birds when will you come to an end?

Rome wasn’t built in a day that’s why I feel very happy writing this. In case you haven’t met me, I would like to introduce myself.

I am an active teacher in an empty classroom with interactive displays that have wasted for some days now.

The Museum Of Archaic Vocabulary

I left work early today and decided to go to Gwags.  Gwags is an outsketch of Abuja about 45minutes drive from the city. The distance is much and can be a bit boring especially if there is nothing to crack your ribs.

Wuse was quite busy this evening with buyers and sellers at the car park, workers returning from work and drivers and conductors searching for passengers. How a particular driver caught everyones attention got me quaking with laughter. An averaged height man in his early 40s, dark in complexion, with a good sense of humor from what i saw. He kept shouting Gwags by air, Gwags by air. He was just funny like that.

I entered his taxi and sat beside a very tall lady. She was really tall, taller than i am. Her long legs like a bamboo prevented me from stretching mine so i had to bear with her. In less than 5minutes the taxi got filled with passengers and we left for gwags immediately.

The situation of things in the country has really gone bad and most people believe the present administration has no plan for Nigeria. A lot of arguements came up in the taxi, passengers were begining to attack each other verbally and from no where came the word balderdash. What a vocabulary i said to myself and smiled. The word reminded me of my favourite uncle “The Heavy Guy Man” as we fondly called him. So i have decided to tell you a little about him.

The heavy guy man was an alcohol enthuasiast a probably damaged liver i guess. I still remember seeing bottles of Seaman and Calypso in his living room those times i visited, he called it “Oyibo Kai Kai”. Cooking was part of his hubby , whenever he was off from work his wife begged him to leave the kitchen, he would tease her and say “dont worry when i’m done you will know i cook better than you do”. He loved to speak with big outdated words just to make himself appear like one who is learned and well exposed. He used words like Cankrum, Diot, Cap a pie, Flabagasted, Balderdash, Betimes, etc and whenever you made him angry he didnt care if you were a male or a female he would call you a swain. As a child i was so proud to hear him speak and would say to my friends, thats my uncle. I got to high school and discovered the heavy guy man didn’t know the meaning of the words he used, he was just a museum of archaic vocabulary, always ready to show off , very juvial and fun to be with.

Sadly we lost him after a brief illness. I’m happy each time remember him because he lived and was just being himself…

Thanks for reading this. Please drop your comments and lets create a museum for archaic/old fashioned words.

TRY…

Hey! guys its been few days after my first post so i’m dropping this here again.

I titled it TRY… Its about a major challenge i encountered a year ago. Hope you read with understanding and get the message i’m sending across.

Just after graduating from college getting a job was an important step i needed to take, so within a week i had submitted over ten resumes. Sounds like exaggeration? yes over ten because i was desperately in need of a job. My resumes kept going out and not a single call came in, maybe i was being followed from my village, guess what the next step was, prayer and fasting, i almost slept and woke up in church. Though all these helped but after a long period of frustration i complained to a friend who went through my papers and found out what the problem was.

My resume was really archaic. Feel free to call it the ancient of days resume. We did some finishing touches on it, used a better format and made it look more presentable. I gave them out, the calls started coming in and the options were much. Before then my school mate gave me a call asking if a could fill up a teaching vacancy at a british school here in Abuja. Having been trained as a teacher here in Nigeria i understood the Nigerian curriculum perfectly and needed something different so i said yes to her, went for the interview and in less than ten minutes i got the job. The pay was fair enough. As humans there are certain challenges we encounter and would want to give up.

The schools director moved me to work at the early years campus as a support teacher. My God! I thought of saying no to her. What does a biology teacher know about jolly phonics, blending, letter formations, bla bla bla. I wanted to quit but thank God i didn’t. In less than a year i have learnt alot at this job, improved my finance and myself as well. I actually have plans for the knowledge and experience i’m building at the job, i dont know how long i’m going to teach but someday on this blog i hope to tell you what i have done with the knowledge i’m building. I know its going to be awesome.

Remember its important to TRY before you quit. Drop your comments and feel free to share your experience. Love you always.

Boredom Sometimes Brings Out The Best In You.

Mummy 20161109_211024It’s Sunday 25th June 2017, the weather seems friendly but going out is the last thing on my mind. My sister and her husband promised to visit, so my mum prepared this nice pot of jellof rice, made vegetable sauce with dry fish. I didn’t help out in the kitchen, my brother did and the meal was wow!

We waited for long, yet there was no sign of my sister and her husband..hmmm, doing justice to the pot of rice isn’t a difficult task I said to myself. To cut the long story short and not bore you, we got a call from my sister who was still at her office trying to put things in place meaning they would not be able to make it to gwags anymore.

I really wanted to see my nephew who has got this very infectious energy so I was a bit depressed. I became bored went into the room and layed on the bed with tooth pick in my hand trying to pull out particles of salah meat that got stuck between my teeth. Our neighbor Mama Alihu gave me the meat. They are nice people and her husband has a very funny appearance with a large opening in his teeth. Whenever he smiled it looked like an empty plot of land in a ghetto setting. I layed on my bed not knowing what to do so I picked up my phone went to WordPress and decided to create a blog. Now you see boredom can actually bring out the best in you.

I grew up not being the very expressive type which is something I regret. Though there are other means through which i express myself like drawing, writing etc. This blog might have been created out of boredom but i want to use it as a medium through which i can pour out my mind, express myself, my feelings, reach out to people who might need help and learn from you as well… Stella just said her mind, I’m sure you like that. Please drop your comments, I am always willing to learn.