DIARY OF A KEBBI CORPER. Episode 5. By: StacySpeaks.

I never knew there is this part of me, the Stacy that enjoys sharing knowledge and feels sorry for people who don’t know yet are unwilling to learn. Teaching the boys at Government Science College, Zuru is a whole new world. Many of them are glad to be in school and eager to learn; I sense that from the questions they ask during my classes and sometimes I don’t know how to react to the ridiculous responses they give when asked a question. I asked what the word, ‘outstanding’ means and I got the shock of a life time; he stood up and said, “outstanding means when you are standing outside”. I almost died literally; it was funny yet not funny that a SS 2 student didn’t know what that word meant. I had series of heartbreaks as days went by especially when I explained my point using the simplest words I know; yet I’ll hear someone say, “Aunty, it’s not all of them that understand English, let me explain to them in hausa”. My question remains, how do they even write internal exams, talkless of WASSCE?
Another part that got me was when I noticed it was a normal thing for students to greet their teachers saying, “Aunty how far?” or “Aunty how you dey?” I thought they were being disrespectful but they are just innocent children that aren’t sure of what is right or wrong.

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I really wish something can be done to step up the standard of education in the north cause it’s terrible. If you ask what they want to become in future, many of them want to become soldiers for reasons I still don’t get clearly. They rather be on their farmlands planting and harvesting than stay in school learning; that’s why the school doesn’t observe mid-term break because students would refuse to come back to school once they have been released.

Mass is usually done in a mixture of Hausa and English but the priest determines at what point he switches between languages. However, during his sermon when he says something that makes people laugh in Hausa, I join in the laughter; not because I get the joke but the confusion and curiosity in my heart is funny enough. The choir doesn’t have to use a public address system when they sing because their voice is very loud and sonorous, trust me.

It’s not a lie that Zuru is a nice place having lived here for over 2 months; I have agreed that Zuru is not as bad as my mind made it seem but I don’t like the fact that Fresh fish is hard to come by and there are no hangout spots or fun places.
I had to take a trip back home to attend my convocation this week, after getting to the park at 6.30am the vehicle didn’t take off until 8:44am; I was prepared for the almost 14 hours drive but didn’t envisage that the ride was going to be in a small taxi. The taxi was not only small but it’s driver was also greedy; he made 4 people sit at the back seat, 4 people in front including himself and 1 person in the boot of the vehicle. It was a crazy ride on the bad Nigeria road and didn’t get home until about 12:02 the next morning.

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It’s good to be back to real life, to be home where network doesn’t frustrate my effort so much and where stacyspeaks.com has a chance of survival.

Written by: StacySpeaks 2018.

2 thoughts on “DIARY OF A KEBBI CORPER. Episode 5. By: StacySpeaks.

  1. Teaching iin the north has brushed up my explanation skills, trust me it aint no piece of cake teaching maths to them.

    There’s nothing wrong in wanting to be a farmer or otherwise, infact we need them and many more in this country with the overreliance on petroleum for revenue and white collar jobs, the sad thing is that the choice to be what they want to become has be taken away from them. For that i weep😟.

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