Olódùmarè bless OPM the more

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, SIR.

This explanation convincingly confused my confusion

adefemi007:
I'm looking for gospel rap songs to download both local and international. If you know their names please mention them

'Speak in Tongues' by Temple da Oracle

Trailblazer1:
Someone should post a link to download top Nigeria gospel songs.




I'm in need of latest songs.


Thanks

busysinging. com

jesusful.com

RIP mam. I'd thought P.A. Ogundipe was a man.

I donated my copies of Brighter Grammar series to my school library a few years ago.

congratulations bro. That's a job well done!

A friend of mine graduated with a 1 in the same department. His name is Israel Adeleke

Hero indeed! RIP, mam

Brilliant! Congrats

The success of my students, and the compliments I receive from some of them who appreciate the impact I've made in their lives. The pay is more of a token, but the 'thank you' and 'you're my best teacher' comments I get from some of them mean the world to me; they make me wanna do more.


The opportunity to help is another thing I enjoy on the job. I've had to contribute some money to the fees of some students from poor families. There was one of them who brought me a bottle of palm oil to show appreciation.


I also love the fact that I gain more experience every day. Glory to God.

Hoping on God to secure a Federal teaching job...

Hello, bro. I'd like to make enquiries about postgraduate studies of Uniuyo, especially linguistics. 09030295827 that's my whatsapp contact.

Thank you

I listened to an Igbo gospel album at a friend's house a few years ago. I think it's a praise album. One of the tracks is "I hold not the rock but the rock holds me, the rock holds me, the rock holds me"

The song has been coming to my head for the past few days. I want to know the title of the album and the name of the sister who sang it. Thank you.

I listened to an Igbo gospel album at a friend's house a few years ago. I think it's a praise album. One of the tracks is "I hold not the rock but the rock holds me, the rock holds me, the rock holds me"

The song has been coming to my head for the past few days. I want to know the title of the album and the name of the sister who sang it. Thank you.

Anyone in need of a study partner via WhatsApp? Inbox me on nigeriakan@gmail.com

I got materials and past questions to practise with.

Not all wishes come true. Not all prayers get an answer. Some bounce back at us. Some get up and never come back. And some just disappear into the thin air.

The 'significant other' must be a real good man. And Nse Etim must be a really Strong Spirit. Though 'to conceive and bear you children' ain't none of the vows taken on the wedding day, it is the unwritten/unspoken foundation on which most Nigerian marriages are built.

Ms Etim is an encouragement to those in her shoes

Happy birthday, Brymo the music wizard. My best tracks are Down and Dear Child.

My buying bread may reduce by 30%

KingAzubuike:
Even the God himself most people don't believe in him. How will a God be up there and shine him korokoro eye dey look as innocent children died yesterday at the Lagos building collapse. A God that doesn't want his creation to live long and enjoy the good things of life that one na God?

You might as well blame God for being the builder of the house who used inferior materials or the landlord who flouted building law or the government personnel who marked out the building for demolition but didn't do it.

Using man-caused fatalities like this to prove that God doesn't exist is like denying the existence of government in a country because you see potholes in the country's roads.

(May the innocent souls of those victims in the collapsed building rest in peace.)

Ejadike:
thanks for this brother. I'm Igbo though but I think I'll love to research more in it.

Thank you.

I Wish you luck!

Ejadike:
Is there Yoruba dictionary?

Yorùbá has had standard dictionaries since the 1840s, written by scholars like Bishop Ajayi Crowther. Today, there are nothing less than twenty standard dictionaries, both printed and digital, on Yorùbá. In fact there are specialized dictionaries such as the Yorùbá Dictionary of Medical Terms. You can search for 'Itumo'' an android Yorùbá Dictionary.

Yorùbá even has an online corpus of about three million words on https://www.sketchengine.eu/yowac-yoruba-corpus/

Yorùbá is probably the most well-researched African language.

Yorùbá gbayìn, Yorùbá gbèye!

Isé opolo ni ó se! Omo Yorùbá àtàtà.

And for those asking if Yorùbá had got a dictionary:

Yorùbá has had standard dictionaries since the 1840s, written by scholars like Bishop Ajayi Crowther. Today, there are nothing less than twenty standard dictionaries, both printed and digital, on Yorùbá. In fact there are specialized dictionaries such as the Yorùbá Dictionary of Medical Terms. You can search for 'Itumo'' an android Yorùbá Dictionary.
Yorùbá even has an online corpus of about three million words on https://www.sketchengine.eu/yowac-yoruba-corpus/
Yorùbá is probably the most well-researched African language.
Yorùbá gbayìn, Yorùbá gbèye!

The way we jump to conclusions without knowing vital information about an issue is alarming. No one cares to know if the bride and the bridegroom are from different cultures. No one cares to respect the culture and parental upbringing or whatever taught the lady to kneel down for the elders. All we care for is, if our culture doesn't recognize kneeling down as a show of respect, then any culture that recognizes it and people who practise it are uncivilized.
Let's learn to respect people's convictions and culture. Savagery is thinking your culture and conviction should be bound on other people.

I LOVE this man to a fault. I've a feeling he'll rule this country as President pretty soon.

Olódùmorè has got your back sir.

Ìkó ò kìí kómo ejò lónà
Àyúnlo-àyúnbò n lowó n yánnu.
Olódùmarè ní:
Ogún odún lónìí, gboingboin n tòkè, òkè gboingboin
Ogbòn odún lónìí, gboingboin n tòkè, òkè gboingboin.

*Jack Knows No Jack About Teaching*

Every Hassan, Uche, and Ade out there thinks they know what teachers do. Teachers talk. Teachers write. Teachers teach. Nothing more or less.


You think you know what teachers do. After all you sat in classes for a number of years. Thirteen straight years perhaps. You had your nursery teachers. Primary teachers. Secondary teachers. Social Studies teachers. Agric teachers. Maths teachers....


You know which teachers are good. Which teachers are bad. Which teachers change life for good. Which teachers change life for worse. Which teachers unchange life. And which teachers suck.


The teaching profession has no mystery. It has no mystique. No abracadabra. No hide-and-seek. It has no respect.


No! You are wrong. You don't know teachers. You just don't know that you don't know.


You need to honour teachers. You need to respect them. Listen to them. Praise them. You need to stop thinking you know what teaching is all about just by mere virtue of having once stayed in the class.


Simbi sat in class for years. Moved a bit higher. Got an NCE, a B.A. and an M.A. in Education. Those 20 years didn't make her a teacher. Not even her Masters in Education. Until she became an expert. Until she was a professional. Until she knew how to inspire students, how to make a difference. Until she taught in the class. She never knew she didn't know what teachers do. She wasn't a teacher until she was a teacher.


But Ms Simbi still stays in her one-room apartment. Her 11 years in teaching cannot afford her a decent flat. She is paid. Poorly paid. And she commands no respect. Except the 'yes ma' she gets in class. And not beyond. Ms Simbi gets no dignity from anybody. Because everybody thinks they know what she does. Because she is a teacher.


Barrister Ali is a prestigious lawyer. He has practised law for 5 years. Six years as a law student had no more prepared him for the practice of law than 20 years of experience as a student had prepared Ms Simbi to teach. He doesn't work as hard as Ms Simbi. She works ten times harder. Maybe he works pretty much less.


But he earns big. Ten times bigger than Ms Simbi. And he lives big. Gets more cash. More mansions. More cars. And much more respect. Because law is a profession. Because law is a practice. Because nobody knows what practising law means. Because defending cases is a mystery to you.


But teaching is no mystery. Any Aisha, Chioma, and Lola can do teaching.


You. Are. Wrong!


All of you former students have no more idea of what it is to teach than you do of what it is to practice law. You did not design curricula, plan lessons, write lesson objectives, attend staff meetings, create exams, assess papers, mark registers. You did not write on the chalkboard and simultaneously peeped at the naughty students who tried to sneak out the window.


You did not plan lessons that succeeded.
You did not plan lessons that failed.


You did not laugh --because you so desperately wanted to cry -- when you read the unmentionables on students' exams papers. You did not weep helplessly because some faceless terrors had slaughtered a favorite student in Borno. Or faint because some of your students were kidnapped.


You did not. And you don't know. Maybe you learned. And perhaps you tutored. But you did not teach. No, you didn't!


The problem with the teaching profession is that every Jack out there thinks they know what teachers do. So they prescribe. And condemn. And criticize. And theorize. And politicize.


They. Do. Not. Know!


They do not listen to those who know. The Teachers!

(Happy Teachers Day)

JACK KNOWS NO JACK ABOUT TEACHING

Every Hassan, Uche, and Ade out there thinks they know what teachers do. Teachers talk. Teachers write. Teachers teach. Nothing more or less.


You think you know what teachers do. After all you sat in classes for a number of years. Thirteen straight years perhaps. You had your nursery teachers. Primary teachers. Secondary teachers. Social Studies teachers. Agric teachers. Maths teachers....


You know which teachers are good. Which teachers are bad. Which teachers change life for good. Which teachers change life for worse. Which teachers unchange life. And which teachers suck.


The teaching profession has no mystery. It has no mystique. No abracadabra. No hide-and-seek. It has no respect.


No! You are wrong. You don't know teachers. You just don't know that you don't know.


You need to honour teachers. You need to respect them. Listen to them. Praise them. You need to stop thinking you know what teaching is all about just by mere virtue of having once stayed in the class.


Simbi sat in class for years. Moved a bit higher. Got an NCE, a B.A. and an M.A. in Education. Those 20 years didn't make her a teacher. Not even her Masters in Education. Until she became an expert. Until she was a professional. Until she knew how to inspire students, how to make a difference. Until she taught in the class. She never knew she didn't know what teachers do. She wasn't a teacher until she was a teacher.


But Ms Simbi still stays in her one-room apartment. Her 11 years in teaching cannot afford her a decent flat. She is paid. Poorly paid. And she commands no respect. Except the 'yes ma' she gets in class. And not beyond. Ms Simbi gets no dignity from anybody. Because everybody thinks they know what she does. Because she is a teacher.


Barrister Ali is a prestigious lawyer. He has practised law for 5 years. Six years as a law student had no more prepared him for the practice of law than 20 years of experience as a student had prepared Ms Simbi to teach. He doesn't work as hard as Ms Simbi. She works ten times harder. Maybe he works pretty much less.


But he earns big. Ten times bigger than Ms Simbi. And he lives big. Gets more cash. More mansions. More cars. And much more respect. Because law is a profession. Because law is a practice. Because nobody knows what practising law means. Because defending cases is a mystery to you.


But teaching is no mystery. Any Aisha, Chioma, and Lola can do teaching.


You. Are. Wrong!


All of you former students have no more idea of what it is to teach than you do of what it is to practice law. You did not design curricula, plan lessons, write lesson objectives, attend staff meetings, create exams, assess papers, mark registers. You did not write on the chalkboard and simultaneously peeped at the naughty students who tried to sneak out the window.


You did not plan lessons that succeeded.
You did not plan lessons that failed.


You did not laugh --because you so desperately wanted to cry -- when you read the unmentionables on students' exams papers. You did not weep helplessly because some faceless terrors had slaughtered a favorite student in Borno. Or faint because some of your students were kidnapped.


You did not. And you don't know. Maybe you learned. And perhaps you tutored. But you did not teach. No, you didn't!


The problem with the teaching profession is that every Jack out there thinks they know what teachers do. So they prescribe. And condemn. And criticize. And theorize. And politicize.


They. Do. Not. Know!


They do not listen to those who know. The Teachers!

(Happy Teachers Day)

nwafresh:
This is just the beginning of what the west did to this country by chasing away GEJ... God will keep on rewarding you ppl with bad leaders like Pharoah... Lol.... Una never see anything...God will deal with all yorubas both at state level and federal level #OsunRecry

OLÓDÙMARÈ says No to this evil wish of yours. May Ifá purge your heart of all hatred. Àmín, Àse!

Is it in Benue State?? I saw something like this in Makurdi yesterday

I don port to glo. Glo is way cheaper and better