by Daniel Nkado
I recollect my love teacher, Mrs Okosisi today.
I recollect the sudden way she walked, equally if ever inwards a hurry.
Her husky voice, the way she spoke English, similar it wasn’t a offense to pepper it alongside Igbo.
Her particular Awkuzu Igbo.
“Nnaa, nekwa anya mu agwa gi o, uwaa di ha-a-rd. This footing is ha-a-rd. Really real hard. In a patch where everyone is playing, you lot convey to footstep upward your game to hold upward a winner. I mee fiam, ndi ozo akupu gi!”
I recollect also the way nosotros never got tired of existence inwards her class, fifty-fifty those days she overstayed her period—she oftentimes did.
Her stories, words of wisdom as well as foreign way of laughter volition never run out my memory.
She was a adult woman who seemed inwards accuse of her destiny.
Who said no when she meant no, as well as yes when she meant it.
Who volition never believe someone is useless—never!
‘Umum,’ she would telephone telephone us, ‘my children, nobody is useless inwards this world, okwa ima? Nobody. If the someone cannot solve simultaneous equations, at to the lowest degree he tin give the axe pack dustbin, ohia?’
We would all laugh.
Yes, Mrs Okosisi taught us Maths.
Not a mutual dependent area for woman someone teachers at that time.
The vast bulk of them handled English, Business Studies, Home Economics as well as Agric, yet Okosisi was flawless alongside Maths.
She had a particular method for solving complex polynomials, something similar as well as equally simplified equally the trigonometric SOH-CAH-TOA.
It was no surprise that I was 1 of her biggest fans.
She made me discovery joy inwards a dependent area I ever idea I hated.
It wasn’t long that I realized I didn’t genuinely loathe Maths, or whatsoever other dependent area for that matter.
It was simply the conditions, the stories surrounding those subjects that I didn’t discovery peace in.
The uncle that taught us Maths inwards Junior Secondary made it hold off thence mutual coldness as well as distant, similar yet difficult you lot tried you’d never genuinely larn to know Maths.
The way he did.
His was to a greater extent than a illustration of competition, or ego.
But Mrs Okosisi wasn’t similar that. She is a adult woman who doesn’t believe a someone tin give the axe hold upward useless, subsequently all.
“If you lot can’t solve simultaneous equations, at to the lowest degree you lot tin give the axe pack dustbin!”
June 25th was the engagement for the State’s General Maths’ Competition.
Mrs Okosisi came into the shape alongside the alphabetic lineament they brought.
She read it aloud to us, the date, the venue, the other schools that would hold upward competing.
Of class nosotros already knew those schools.
They were the schools that ever went.
The high-class schools alongside fashionable schoolhouse uniforms as well as slanted berets, as well as students that spoke grammer similar it was their birthright.
We wondered straight off why they had to include us this year—the Community Secondary School alongside miserable structures, miserable students as well as miserable roads.
Our schoolhouse bell got spoiled as well as because at that spot was no coin for a replacement, the Time Keeper locked inwards a minor padlock to the hook.
Mrs Okosisi pointed at Ebuka, Chioma as well as and thence me.
She asked us to stand upward as well as and thence said we’d hold upward going to correspond the school.
‘Aunty, how tin give the axe nosotros go?’ Ebuka was kickoff to ask.
He looked simply equally distressed equally I was.
‘What produce you lot mean?’ Mrs Okosisi said.
‘FSTC as well as St Barnabas volition hold upward going.’
‘So?’
‘Aunty,’ it was me this time, ‘we can’t perhaps compete alongside those schools!’
Mrs Okosisi made a human face upward then—oh I recollect that hold off straight off similar it was alone yesterday.
She stepped closer to me. ‘Now brain to me, you lot picayune nuggets, no school, no race, no gender, no country, no house has the exclusivity of intelligence.’
She dropped her lesson banking concern complaint as well as held my hand. ‘If you lot think you lot are going to fail, as well as thence past times all way at that spot is every adventure you lot will. But if you lot think improve as well as otherwise, as well as thence you lot would convey unleashed a forcefulness within you lot never knew you lot had! That thing inwards you lot the entire footing has been waiting for!’
She left me as well as turned dorsum to the class. ‘Just similar success, my picayune dears, the kickoff footstep to failure is believing inwards it. So straight off say me, what would you lot rather have? Success or failure?’
‘Success!’ nosotros shouted.
She raised her voice. ‘Success or failure, my children?!’
‘Success!!!’ nosotros shouted again.
We did larn for the competition.
We didn’t come upward kickoff or second, but nosotros came third!
We got novel textbooks, mathematical sets, calculators, cartons of chalk as well as a new, shiny bell for our school.
And they showed us on TV too!
***
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I recollect my love teacher, Mrs Okosisi today.
I recollect the sudden way she walked, equally if ever inwards a hurry.
Her husky voice, the way she spoke English, similar it wasn’t a offense to pepper it alongside Igbo.
Her particular Awkuzu Igbo.
“Nnaa, nekwa anya mu agwa gi o, uwaa di ha-a-rd. This footing is ha-a-rd. Really real hard. In a patch where everyone is playing, you lot convey to footstep upward your game to hold upward a winner. I mee fiam, ndi ozo akupu gi!”
I recollect also the way nosotros never got tired of existence inwards her class, fifty-fifty those days she overstayed her period—she oftentimes did.
Her stories, words of wisdom as well as foreign way of laughter volition never run out my memory.
She was a adult woman who seemed inwards accuse of her destiny.
Who said no when she meant no, as well as yes when she meant it.
Who volition never believe someone is useless—never!
‘Umum,’ she would telephone telephone us, ‘my children, nobody is useless inwards this world, okwa ima? Nobody. If the someone cannot solve simultaneous equations, at to the lowest degree he tin give the axe pack dustbin, ohia?’
We would all laugh.
Yes, Mrs Okosisi taught us Maths.
Not a mutual dependent area for woman someone teachers at that time.
The vast bulk of them handled English, Business Studies, Home Economics as well as Agric, yet Okosisi was flawless alongside Maths.
She had a particular method for solving complex polynomials, something similar as well as equally simplified equally the trigonometric SOH-CAH-TOA.
It was no surprise that I was 1 of her biggest fans.
She made me discovery joy inwards a dependent area I ever idea I hated.
It wasn’t long that I realized I didn’t genuinely loathe Maths, or whatsoever other dependent area for that matter.
It was simply the conditions, the stories surrounding those subjects that I didn’t discovery peace in.
The uncle that taught us Maths inwards Junior Secondary made it hold off thence mutual coldness as well as distant, similar yet difficult you lot tried you’d never genuinely larn to know Maths.
The way he did.
His was to a greater extent than a illustration of competition, or ego.
But Mrs Okosisi wasn’t similar that. She is a adult woman who doesn’t believe a someone tin give the axe hold upward useless, subsequently all.
“If you lot can’t solve simultaneous equations, at to the lowest degree you lot tin give the axe pack dustbin!”
June 25th was the engagement for the State’s General Maths’ Competition.
Mrs Okosisi came into the shape alongside the alphabetic lineament they brought.
She read it aloud to us, the date, the venue, the other schools that would hold upward competing.
Of class nosotros already knew those schools.
They were the schools that ever went.
The high-class schools alongside fashionable schoolhouse uniforms as well as slanted berets, as well as students that spoke grammer similar it was their birthright.
We wondered straight off why they had to include us this year—the Community Secondary School alongside miserable structures, miserable students as well as miserable roads.
Our schoolhouse bell got spoiled as well as because at that spot was no coin for a replacement, the Time Keeper locked inwards a minor padlock to the hook.
Mrs Okosisi pointed at Ebuka, Chioma as well as and thence me.
She asked us to stand upward as well as and thence said we’d hold upward going to correspond the school.
‘Aunty, how tin give the axe nosotros go?’ Ebuka was kickoff to ask.
He looked simply equally distressed equally I was.
‘What produce you lot mean?’ Mrs Okosisi said.
‘FSTC as well as St Barnabas volition hold upward going.’
‘So?’
‘Aunty,’ it was me this time, ‘we can’t perhaps compete alongside those schools!’
Mrs Okosisi made a human face upward then—oh I recollect that hold off straight off similar it was alone yesterday.
She stepped closer to me. ‘Now brain to me, you lot picayune nuggets, no school, no race, no gender, no country, no house has the exclusivity of intelligence.’
She dropped her lesson banking concern complaint as well as held my hand. ‘If you lot think you lot are going to fail, as well as thence past times all way at that spot is every adventure you lot will. But if you lot think improve as well as otherwise, as well as thence you lot would convey unleashed a forcefulness within you lot never knew you lot had! That thing inwards you lot the entire footing has been waiting for!’
She left me as well as turned dorsum to the class. ‘Just similar success, my picayune dears, the kickoff footstep to failure is believing inwards it. So straight off say me, what would you lot rather have? Success or failure?’
‘Success!’ nosotros shouted.
She raised her voice. ‘Success or failure, my children?!’
‘Success!!!’ nosotros shouted again.
We did larn for the competition.
We didn’t come upward kickoff or second, but nosotros came third!
We got novel textbooks, mathematical sets, calculators, cartons of chalk as well as a new, shiny bell for our school.
And they showed us on TV too!
***
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