Teacher Nnaemeka Nwokocha

Lungs Check:

1. Breath in.
2. Hold your breath for 30 seconds.
3. Then breath out.

If you could do this, then your lungs are good. If you could not do it, you need to see a doctor for medical check.

VACANCY FOR ENGLISH LANGUAGE TEACHER

English Language teacher is needed in a Secondary School in Aba Abia State. Both fresh graduates and experienced teachers are welcome.

Minimum qualification is B. Ed English or B. A. English with PGDE. Graduates of Linguistics with satisfactory teaching experience in English Language may also apply.

Starting Salary is not less than 40k with extra duty allowances. Salary can be higher, if you are experienced.

Accomodation is available.

If you are interested, kindly send your CV in Ms Word format or PDF immediately to: [email protected] or WhatsApp on 07044284844.

Chat me on messenger after sending your CV.

365 days ×4=1460 days.
N5000÷1460 days= N3.426575343 per day.

Above calculation is for those planning to sell their votes for N5000.
Nnaemeka Nwokocha tells you that
The final answer(N3.426575343, less than 4 Naira) is the worth of your vote per day in four years.

Be wise and stop this shameful act of vote selling.

If you sell yours for less than N5000, do the maths yourself and have some respect for yourself.
Think.
Nnaemeka Nwokocha
29/09/2022.

IS LAGOS NIGERIA A NO MAN'S LAND?

The day the nationalist leaders that participated in the London and Lagos Constitutional conferences of 1953 and 1954 respectively agreed that Lagos was a Federal Territory was the day the whole Nigeria gave access to everyone to live and work in Lagos without hindrance.
That was the day Lagos was made cosmopolitan and federal.
Federal means multi ethnic, multi religious, multi cultural, multi lingual and an epitome of diversity, Unity in Diversity.

If Aba had been given that status, Igbos would also have accomodated it.

The main problem is that our Yoruba brothers have not agreed that every blessing comes with sacrifice. Lagos is a blessing to Yoruba land. But you cannot own, accommodate and enjoy Lagos without sacrifice. The sacrifice is that you provided the land for Lagos to be built.

Meanwhile, the term no man's land is a street term. The real words for Lagos are "Federal" and "Cosmopolitan".

Nnaemeka
14/09/2022

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STAND WITH POLITICAL CANDIDATES THAT STAND FOR THE VALUES YOU TEACH IN THE CLASSROOM
As we teach, counsel and mentor young people, it is a complementary responsibility for us to support and promote political candidates whose character, actions, ideas and ideals reflect the values we teach in school.

I cannot be teaching the values of Honesty, Fair play, Justice, Selflessness, Contentment etc and be seen in public life to be supporting a candidate or candidates whose lifestyles are diametrically opposed to those values.

A teacher remains a role model, an exemplary figure that people would look up to, a person whose words in the classroom should match his actions in society. Children learn from him both in the classroom and outside of it. And we must be careful, and avoid being the source from which a child is directly or indirectly misled. Children of today are men and women of tomorrow.

Indeed, since teachers are part of the society, they cannot stand aloof from politics, but they should stand with the right candidates, even if they are standing alone!

STAND WITH THE CANDIDATES THAT STAND FOR THE VALUES YOU TEACH IN THE CLASSROOM

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You don't need to have a list of referees in your CV. Under referees, write 'To be provided on demand'.

So use fresh contacts as your referees always and when necessary.

Ensure that the name and dates on your CV agree with the name and dates on your credentials. Otherwise, you will appear to be lying.

REVIEW YOUR SOCIAL MEDIA ACTIVITIES
Review your social media activities.
Work on your posts and tags by friends.
Truly, that you are free to live your life and make your posts as you please as long as you are not violating someone else's rights is not in doubt.

But if you really desire to get a job under some organization, you should endeavor to create a widely acceptable, valuable, useful and friendly, image of yourself, especially on the social media.

Check the kind of things you post. Do they promote friendship and harmony in the community?
Do you promote ethnic or religious hatred through your posts?
Does any of your posts suggest that you have a passionate hatred for any segment of humanity?
Do you post pictures that expose too much of your body?
Go and review or delete such posts.

Have you been tagged to hate speech posts, fraudulent/scam posts,fake news, terrorist posts etc? Untag yourself today. Allowing such tags to stay implies that you are in support of such posts, or you are an accomplice to the crimes or you are a careless person who doesn't care about his/her public image and associates with things he/she doesn't approve.

Recruiters now investigate an applicant's social media accounts as part of their Due Diligence and many have lost opportunities because of what they post, what they are tagged to, even what they post for fun.

I think this also applies to people applying for visas to travel to certain countries.

Your CV could be so beautiful, but your social media posts would spoil things for you.

Untag yourself from what you don't like.

Stay blessed.

METAMORPHOSIS OF WAR

I wasn't here when the war was fought,
But I heard from dependable sources,
Particularly my parents,
That there was a war between Nigeria and Biafra.

That when the war started,
Everybody hailed the warlord,
For his courage to declare war.
Everybody congratulated everybody,
For their successful exit from the bo***ge of Nigeria,
And entry into the freedom of Biafra.
Everybody in their euphoric excitement,
Thought it was all victory,
No casualties, no collaterals!

Reports of defeat of Nigeria in critical battles,
Innundated the Biafran airspace,
And gave hope, to the expectant populace.
The irrepressible voice of Okokon Ndem and his men,
Made sure of that.
Unfortunately, some of those hopes were false hopes,
As some of the reports were half-truths.

Everybody enjoyed everybody's company,
Till the war advanced to their areas.
Then everybody became refugees.
Abandoning house and home,
Fleeing into the bush,
Hiding in churches till the churches were blown up.
Everybody fled in convenient directions.
Mother to the East, father to the west,
Daughter to the north, son to the south.

Babies were abandoned because they couldn't keep quiet when mother was hiding from the enemies.
The cries of babies divulged the hiding places of parents,
And for such parents, fathers were conscripted into the army without training,
And mothers became s*x slaves to the husband's captors.

Farmlands were abandoned. So famine set in.
And ravaged everybody,
Imposing Kwashiorkor on kids
Bathing even once a month became luxury.
As there was no water. And mud water became essential commodity.
Lice took over the unkempt hair, including p***c hairs.

Sons were forcefully conscripted into the army,
And daughters became emergency wives to the soldiers.

At the beginning, everybody knew everybody's whereabouts.
But along the line, everybody lost touch of everybody's whereabouts!

Everybody resigned to providence,
So that at the end of it as all,
Those that returned alive moved on,
Believing that those that didn't return must be safe here or hereafter.

War is exciting in theory.
But in practice, war is death!

No More war. I say no more war!!!

©Nnaemeka Nwokocha
23/11/2020.

WHEN FLOGGING ISN'T JUST ENOUGH

After an interview which I thought I wasn't worthy of being picked, I was given the job after all. My new job as a teacher in one of the best private schools in town was hectic, but I had to adjust to it because I signed up for it.

After the assembly, I was introduced by the school Principal to S.S.2 class as their new Literature teacher. They were all happy to see me, except for one student who didn't smile nor clap as others did. She gave me a look I couldn't comprehend and went back to fiddling with her pen.

After the Principal left the class, I began my first lecture with them. I asked of their names and got to know that the name of the girl who refused to welcome me was Priscilla.

I also noticed that no matter how I tried to be humorous, Priscilla refused to laugh or be involved in the class activities. She sat alone and obviously had no friend.

What got me really angry with her was that she didn't do my assignments and when I gave a class work, she either had the least or failed everything. I concluded she wasn't intelligent.

Priscilla was fond of sleeping in the class. She didn't talk nor mingle with anyone. During break time, while others rushed out to buy snacks or play, she'd be inside the class, sleeping on her desk.

I developed hatred for her because I disdained dull students. I started flogging her each time she failed the class works I gave them or refused doing her homeworks. But, it didn't change anything. She was indifferent.

Another thing I noticed about her was her lateness to go home after school. Many times, I had met her asleep in an empty class room, after school. With my cane, I had to wake her up and order her to leave the school premises.

One afternoon, after school was over, the Principal had a meeting with the teachers. We finished the meeting in the evening. I didn't know why, but I decided to check the S.S.2 classroom before leaving.

I was shocked to see Priscilla resting her head on her desk. I quickly checked my time, it was 4:32pm and school was over since 2:00pm. I marched into the class angrily and was about to whip her with my cane, but then, another idea came to my mind and I decided for the first time to ask her why she was doing all what she did.

I tapped her on her shoulder and she carried her head up quickly. I realized that she was seriously sobbing. Her eyes were red with tears and her body temperature was high.

She wanted to lower her face down again, but I begged her not to. I brought out my hand towel and began to mop her face. She looked pale and lonely.

I sat beside her and made her rest her head on my shoulder. I assured her that I'd be her friend and would help her if she opened up to me.

She sobbed the more, causing tears to gather in my eyes as well. After much pleas, she began to talk.

"I have been in this school for five years now. I used to be very intelligent in my J.S.S.1 to J.S.S.3 and I never took anything less than first position before. But when I entered S.S.1, things changed. I started deteriorating academically, yet, no teacher cared to know what was wrong with me or why the sudden change.

All they do is flog me when I don't do my assignments, punish me when I fail my classworks and call me names when I sleep in class, forgetting that there were times I used to be their favorite student. There were times I never slept for once in the class. There were times my assignments and classworks were the best and there were times I was always nominated to represent the entire school in outstanding competitions and always returned as the winner.

But now, none of them care to know why I dropped drastically. They were so fast to choose another representative since I am no longer intelligent. They've never cared to ask me why," Priscilla said, still crying.

"I'm so sorry Priscilla. I should have asked you, but I concluded that you're one of the dull students and started flogging you without caring to know what you've been passing through. Please forgive me," I said.

She looked at me for a while, then put her face down and said

"I should have been in the hospital this evening to abort my father's third child, but I can't go, because I feel I won't survive this one. My mother died while I was writing my J.S.S.3 examinations. After her burial, my father started sleeping with me. He threatened to kill me if I opened up to anyone.

I got pregnant the very first time he slept with me and he made me abort it. This automatically affected my academics because I lose interest in reading. I went through pains but pretended to be fine.

When I entered S.S.1, he got me pregnant again. He made me abort the pregnancy and I almost died in the process. My father did not care, he kept sleeping with me. I became very reserved and lose interest in everything because I was dying within me. I needed to talk to someone, but I was too scared. I became scared of going back home, after school because of my father, but no teacher cared to understand, they always shout at me to leave the school premises.

I missed my period last week and I told him about it. He got me a test strip which showed that I was pregnant again. He told me that after school today, he'd be taking me to the usual place for abortion, that is why I am here. I am only telling you because you promised to be my friend and help me, so, I need your help. I don't want to die," She concluded, still sobbing.

I was short of words. I then realized that it was God who made me get this job, even though I didn't merit it, so that I could help the girl and expose her father.

I took her to my apartment, gave her food and drugs to take so that her temperature could return to normality. Then, without wasting time, I took her to a police station and she told the DPO everything she told me.

Without delay, her father was brought to the police station. He happened to be a prominent man in the society. As expected, he denied the accusation, but after enough drilling, he admitted everything his daughter said and added that it was the devil who pushed him to do it.

Though he was arrested and given a befitting punishment, but Priscilla died in the process of giving birth to her father's child. The baby died as well. This was because, even though I took care of her the best way I could, she was emotionally drained. The thought of having her father's child made her have complications during the labour and sadly, she couldn't make it.

If there was a teacher whom she could confide in, the first time her father started sleeping with her, the situation wouldn't have been that complicated, perhaps, she would have been saved. But no one cared to know what was going on with her till it became too late.

This is to every teacher out there, your duty isn't just to teach, but to develop a good relationship between you and your students. Sometimes, flogging them isn't just the best option. Try talking to them and making them trust you so that they can open up to you. Some children are going through hell.

Observe your students and be their friend, by doing so, you can save a child from an ugly situation. Not just in school, but anywhere you find yourself, try and make friends with children. It's not everytime that cane can correct, sometimes, your good relationship with them can correct a lot of wrongs that cane cannot correct.

Please don't hesitate to open up if you are made to go through an incestuous relationship or any kind of s*xual abuse. You have a bright future and shouldn't let anyone to kill your dreams. Speak up and live, rather than dying in silence.

This is a true life story, narrated by a teacher and parents to beware of abusing there children for God will take vengeance of the innocent I rest my case.

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Your son or daughter could become the family Barber. He or she will be happy to do it, and barb all their siblings' hair from time to time. They will have fun doing it.

But they need to first learn barbing before they can barb. Please allow them to learn!

No matter how much robot technology is taking over the affairs of men, robots still have limits and won't be able to do everything.
Go and learn a skill that robots and machines can't do! Send your child to learn skills too.