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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. |
A Question of Power by Bessie Head. That book can make you go psychic. It's a South African novel. |
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) |
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: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 |
MacSmart:Could you please send them to me too. Nigeriakan@gmail.com |
Slim101:Did you just use 'Tope Edward' and 'unethical' and 'biased' in the same statement? I guess you aren't talking about the Tope Edward that presents 'Freshly Pressed', coz the guy is ethics and neutrality personified! Maybe you wanted to say his guest analysts, and mind you the opinions of his guest analysts aren't necessarily his own political opinions. He's arguably the best newspapers reviews presenter in IB. Tope has NEVER argued with any caller on his programme. Go figure, bro. |
sammyfrosh:Wow! I'd be so much glad to have it, eh! Thanks so much. |
Adegboyega.... One thing I love about the Yorubas is giving their offspring their tribal names. HBD, Adegboyega! |
It won't fail. It shall FLY, lase Edumare. |
Wow! God's great. The baby looks like her Daddy |
Congrats. well deserved. |
ogtavia:You can get it at any bookshops around a university environment. UI Bookshop will have it and other bookshops outside the campus, especially those directly opposite the school. You can also visit Musoro the Bookseller, it's the largest bookshop in the country. Google Musoro online to order it. The title is FOREST OF A THOUSAND DAEMONS by Wole Soyinka |
SoapQueen:Musoro the Bookseller in Ibadan will sure have them. You can search its website online to get their contact and enquire about the books before you visit the bookshop. I've seen some of them at Students' Own Bookshop opposite UI in Ibadan. Some of those bookshops at UI and Beere in Ibadan will have them too. |
Nigeman:I've read Ogboju Ode about three times and read the English translation by Prof Soyinka too. I wish these books could be in eBook versions, I'd love to read them. |
calliope:Where can I download these ones please? Thanks |
When it comes to gospel music, the go-to site is www.busysinging.com Why is Solomon Lange's 'This Melody' missing in the list ! I bet you'll put it on repeat a whole day. |
The Yorùbá calendar, Kojoda, contains twelve months just like the Gregorian calendar. The New Year's Day in Kojoda is not in January; it's in Okudu which is June in the Gregorian calendar. And the first day of Okudu is June 3rd, which is today. Omo Yorùbá, omo Odùduwà, akú odún oooo. |
Ruibii:Good morning. Thanks so much. I got them. |
Ruibii:Good morning. Thanks so much. I've replied you. |
Ruibii:Please send me the download link to the book. I'd love to get her Bridge to Haven too. Thanks |
The Famished Road by Ben Okri. Awesome story of an Abiku who wants to stay alive |
Kudos to Mrs Olajuyigbe and Mrs Aduzhe of the Department of English, Adeyemi College of Education, Ondo. Mrs Aduzhe uses part of her salaries to sponsor the less-privileged students. And Mrs Olajuyigbe can wake up the teacher in you, just in one lecture. Big hugs to Dr Ayo Osinsanwo, who's now in UI. |
I'm a fresh graduate of English (B.A. Ed). I can teach English Language and Literature. I'll prefer a school in Ibadan. 09030295827 |
I can teach Literature in English and English. I just graduated from university. I read English Education. 09030295827 |
I just graduated. I read English Education, and would like to teach when I get a teaching job in Ibadan. I can teach English Language/Use of English and Literature. I love teaching. |
I need a teaching job. I just graduated from school. I studied English Education. I can teach English Language/Use of English and Literature-in-English. I can as well teach the two subjects at coaching centres for SSCE and UTME. I stay in Ibadan. Thank you. |
emmahoney:Wow! Thanks so much. God bless you real good. |

! I bet you'll put it on repeat a whole day.