₦airaland Forum

D mata weak me... After u don knack knack the p***y scatter, u go still see dem dey hide wear pant.
To me is like...... What are u hiding?

Clap 4 urself

The writeup tire me pass the story self. Which kind expression of grammar b diz �

saajus:
It is a temporary pain. If Naija unemployed youths are wise, they better go to farm. Buy or lease 5/10 acres of farm and plant anything. Oyo state is leasing for 3k Naira per acre. Sales and Profits are sure if the border remain closed for another 6mths.

Wow...... Oyo State government is trying. Kudos

We all in Niaraland are very happy 4 u... Congrats

Kill all of dem now now..... Dem suppose de show us d dead body by now

Those people supporting the border closure ( myself included) should also have it in mind that we the Nigeria masses are also suffering from it.
Due diligence was not taken before closing the borders. Prices of goods are skyrocketing right now in Nigeria and truth be told, it will only get worse.
I pray that all the countries involved should act quickly and efficiently resolve the problem.

May God help us oooo.... All this End time pastors don pass be careful o. Soon, dem go start de ask us to stop wearing underwear when coming to church.

See dis one... Lol. Nigeria men dislike u too.

adekunle0000:
I was born and raised in the southern part of Nigeria; Lagos to be precised. I had my first degree in eastern Nigeria. The National Youth Service Corp program offered me my first ever opportunity to visit the North.

I served in Taraba State. A very beautiful state that I will love to visit again someday. Infact, my pleasant experience in Taraba was a principal factor in my decision to pursue my Master's degree in a Northern University. I finally settled for the Prestigious Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria.

To help cushion the cost of a second degree, I undertook the job of a teacher in one of the many "secular" secondary schools (Name withheld) in Zaira. I was assigned to teach "Social Studies" to the Junior classes from Jss1-3. Then "English" and on not-too-frequent occasions "Government", to the Senior classes from Ss1-3.

I had my very first lesson with the Jss 3 on Monday; considering that I was taking over from a teacher who had started with them from Week One. The topic i treated was "Harmful Cultural Practices". We have "Female Genital Mutilation" as a subtopic; which was actually what I taught.
I took time to explain to the students what "Female Genital Mutilation" also known as "Female Circumcision" was all about. I explained the underlying reasons why the natives had to introduce it, what they had hoped to achieve and the resulting problems they created. In other to be better understood, I drew a mock diagram of a female anatomy on the blackboard. This was geared towards a proper understanding of the differences between Partial Circumcision (Scarification) and Complete Mutilation.

In the course of the lesson, the students exhibited some form of childish repulsions, which I attributed to the very nature of the subject-matter. On my part, I tried as much as possible to stick to the topic without cracking jokes or even laugh at jokes from them. Many even asked inquisitive and probing questions. I only answered those that I considered relevant to the issue of discuss. I left the class with some of the students still showing signs of repulsion.
My next lesson was with the Jss 1. The topic was "Marriage". I tested the class previous knowledge by asking them what they understand by the word "Marriage". A female student stood up to defined marriage as a "union between a man and a woman". I asked the entire class to clap for her, given her very bold attempt. But to their bewilderment, I told the class that she was wrong after they were done clapping. Some of them even protested; inquiring why I adjuged her to be wrong.

I told the class that her definition was wrong because it did not sufficiently capture the very essence of the concept as it applies to our contemporary times. I told them that marriage is rather "a legal union between two consenting adults", "....it could either be between two people of the same gender or two opposing genders".
At this point, I had their undivided attention. They were all hushed and concentrated. I told them about the LGBTQ community and their persistent struggle for acceptance.

I made them understand that is a global community with a global agenda. To drive home my point, I made them understand that the last dispensation of Goodluck Jonathan, had infact blamed this global phenomenon to be principally responsible for his failure at the polls as result of his refusal to give consent. I equally put in the same energy to explain the more common types of marriage (Christian, Islamic, Traditional, and Court). I left my class feeling every earned sense of fulfillment; having done my job to the best of my ability.

THE NEXT DAY.

I was in my office, when I got a message that the Director wants to see me. It was not my first time of receiving such a call from the Director. Staff meetings were almost becoming as frequent as one going to make use of the Convenience. Well... I took it like "Nwa it's nothing" ( in Phyno's voice). I stood up from my chair, adjusted my belt and then, swaggered away towards the Director's Office.

Before the office of the Director is the office of his secretary. The population of parents I saw there was quite more than what we normally receive on a daily bases. But considering that for the past week, we have been emphatic on the need for school fees debtors to come effect their payment, I didn't give their presence much thought. I was infact glad that at least, Madam will no longer hold us responsible for the poor response of parents to this obligation.

My indifference soon started giving way to some form of anxiety; more like fear, when I began to notice the "sea of eyes" looking my way with every step I took towards the Director's Office. As I got closer to the door, I discovered that the population in the Director's Office was even more that the spillover outside. I could feel the suppressed tension in the air. The faces were not bright or even welcoming to say the least. They did not appear to me like those who came to pay school fees.

I was able to excuse my way into the Secretary's Office. The Director motioned for me to come into his office at once, as soon as he saw me making my way in. He wasn't sitting on his chair. Standing with him as I was latter told is the School PTA chairman. A very respectable man judging by his outward disposition. He was an elderly man; infact the oldest among the lot.
As soon as the Director motioned me in, the crowd standing between me and the Director's Office just parted in two like the Red Sea to make way for me. I felt my heart sink into my stomach. My legs instantly felt heavy. But I had myself under strict comportment. My face were without emotions. Afterall, I was guilty of nothing (or so I thought).

As I walked into the office, the elder man (PTA chairman) was looking almost piercingly at me. As if sizing me up. My presence caught him in the middle of his address to the gathering.
My Director asked me to take a seat; which I did. I infact, sat at the edge of my seat, still wondering why I was the only teacher that was called to such a gathering of not-so-happy-looking parents. My Director (also an elderly Muslim man) sensing my apprehension, asked me to relax with what I considered to be a mischievous grim on his face. Well...I knew better than to do as instructed. I was on guard.
The first question I was asked was "How long have you been in the North?".

"About 15 months Sir" I replied as loud enough as my dried throat will permit me. "The first 12 months was at Jalingo and just 3 months in Zaria." i quickly added emphatically.

"Where were you born?"
"Lagos but I did my first degree in the East. My family is still based in Lagos"
"Are you Igbo?"
"Yes Sir"
There was a little thoughtful pause after that answer. Then he continued..
"What brought you to Zaira?"
"I'm a student of ABU and I'm here for my Master's degree program Sir"
"That's good" he said thoughtfully as he continued to gaze at me as if studying my disposition.
The others just continue to look as us without saying a word. A few of them (matured men) were occupying the few seats in the office. The rest (mostly the hijab wearing women and young fathers) were standing.
"Our Children came home to complain that you are teaching them bad things. That you are saying negative things that they don't like in class. What is it that you are teaching them?"
At this moment, I almost felt like bursting out in laughter. I had to pinch myself to remain composed.

Well...to cut the story short, I took time to explain to the parents what it was that I taught. The Director even sent for my textbooks without allowing me to go get them myself. I don't know if they were nursing the impression that I might escape. Funny them! Escape for what? Mtcheeeu!

When my textbooks came, it was confirmed that I had actually taught in accordance to the dictates of the textbook for the case of the Jss3. As for the Jss1, the topic was actually confirmed to be on marriage too, but the textbook (which was an old textbook of course) was silent on the issue of same sex marriage.

I was given a very strict warning to stick only to the content of the textbook. In the course of all of the admonishment, the PTA Chairman was smiling, but I knew better than to take the smiles for their face value. This people were dead serious!

I have since swore to myself, that I shall never try to "do pass myself". if I teach and you understand....fine! if you don't.... that's your cup of tea! I can't come and kill myself.
This was my experience! I felt compelled to write it down in order to help save someone somewhere from falling into my kind of situation. That is wasn't attacked by the parents is infact a miracle that I thank God and the respectable PTA chairman for. My intentions were pure. But here in the North, intentions can easily be misinterpreted especially when coming from a non-muslim and worst still, from a Nyamiri.
I personally think there is still a need for mass sensitisation of the Northerner on the usefulness of Western Education. The illiteracy rate is high. Those that even manage to go to school are just doing it with the impression that it is merely to fulfill all righteousness. Little wonder why we keep discovering "torture houses" on a daily bases. If the University community of Zaria could be this timid, how much more the Northern interiors.

Thank you.

If this is true, then Ur very lucky. I wish my kid was in that school, u would have received the beating of ur miserable life.
How can u teach kids same sex marriage, when adults even frown at it.
Don't u know that Same sex marriage is illegal in Nigeria.
How blind are u not to notice ur boundaries.
Is the syllabus so difficult for u to comprehend, but same sex marriage flows into Ur brains like a lunatic.
I hope ur not planning to turn doz little kids into ur intimacy gadgets.
Finally,
Go and teach gay syllabus to ur family.

calgaryFriend:
How is he out of touch, he taught what was in the syllabus.
You should not shy away from the fact that Ops post highlights how religion is keeping the North backward.

Ur stupidity has really outgrown Ur senses... If ur stupid enough not to know that Same sex marriage is illegal in Nigeria, then u should know that even here in South South/ southwest... We don't tolerate it.

Wettin be diz.... Make d father and uncle marry der daughter. What nonsense.... If na me, I go even arrest the girl join put.

U won marry her?....Guy, No go carry wettin pass ur power

Make dem leave the little girl alone... Na her husband dem suppose flog wella

U might not be the only one he has proposed to..

The governor didn't say anything wrong. A governor or president should be non partisan, and if Ebonyi state governor is trying to do that........ we should not castigate him.

Mr Man, all diz traditions diz or dat na long story. If u believe in traditions, follow it strictly and if u don't believe in it, no need trying to practice or replicate it. Let Ur sister do court and white wedding. Traditional marriage is never a necessity. One's the bride price can be arranged by both parties involved, dem marriage is settled.

Please tell dem o..... Sex no be do or die. U must not bleep a hole for 2hrs before u satisfy a girl.

Who no like pu****y or f****k..... Pastor or no pastor.

Wettin affect us with cows and sheeps rescue. Abeg.... Hw many people una rescue from bandits. That's my own concern.

leofab:
Emir sanusi is more Influential than oba of benin yet he we humbled.

Ur stupidity has no limit.

Gofwane:
The guy is a drunkhard. All he does is wake up in the morning, drink ogogoro and eat kponmo from iya Tobi then grab that his loud tecno phone and start typing under influence (TUI)

Exactly my thoughts

Shey na only me, or is there anyone else that don't believe all dis JORO fake fake news.

When everything de expensive.... Even Ashawo is expensive. What do u expect. So many jobless people will engage in it.

U be wolve

Ask urself first

Na true ooooo.
How can some people be dat heartless. U guys for kukuma just kill her nah

Prince001:
Why are we so stupid in Naija recently , why are we allowing dis so called pastors to fool us cos it wasn't like this in d 80s ooo and we have pastors then too

Ah.... U don't know. The pastors of the 80s are just pastors, not Men of God. Na men of God de perform all diz fantastic miracles... Lol

Ashawo own tire person..... Shay na every pussy person dey knack. Imagine 10k for just 1 or 2 rounds. Some guys are cursed from birth.

She pass both greedy and wicked..... Na witch she be

U no get money, and ur daddy de pressurized u 4 marriage.
D mata de even disturb you join put... Lol. Abi na ur dad wọn help u take of ur wife?
Guy.... Relax. Calm down