Sunday 30 September 2012

The Things I do for My Faith( Part 2 )

I'd already seen what our children would look like. They would have my complexion but be gifted with his facial features. The boys would have his height. This guy is tall, very tall. Our children would be so cute. I'd always wanted cute babies. It's the reason I did not say yes to Emmanuel's proposal. Emmanuel was a great guy. But....
You think I'm vain? Well, think what you like. But I was scared for my little girls. So I said no. All my dreams...'Hmmph',I sigh wistfully.
At my sigh, he throws me a questioning look. 'Are you alright?'
'I'm fine', I say, plastering a forced smile on my face. He smiles back and my world lights up. The colours around me get brighter. Just a smile o.
 Now a line from a particular song is playing over and over in my mind , 'should I go, should I stay, should I go, should I stay, should I go, should I stay......'. Oh, I don't know!

The Things I do for My Faith

We were yet to make our orders. We had gotten carried away with excitement at seeing ourselves for the first time after talking on phone for 7 months.'This guy so cute',I thought to myself as I stared dreamily into his face. I could  definitely see me self getting married to this one. He wasn't like the others. He was smart, funny, intelligent, and oh,so handsome. His eyes, mami!( whatever that means ), they were beautiful. The pictures did them no justice. I could fall asleep staring into those eyes. Before I forget, he's also christian.And the chemistry was strong. It could be bottled up and sold to every person who  needed it. It could ignite this restaurant. He feels it too. I can tell from the way he's looking at me.
'Why don't we make our orders now?' He asked as he beckoned on a waiter, jolting me from my dreamy state.
'What would you have?', the waiter asked me first
'I would like some ofada rice and a bottle of water please', I said..
The waiter turned to my date who said he'd have the same thing as me. but just as the waiter turned to go,he says,'do you have beer?'
'What?' Did he just ask if they sold beer? He drinks beer? Oh no!Drinking of beer or any other kind of alcoholic drink was a deal-breaker for me. I've been singing it to everyone who cared to listen that I would not marry anyone who drinks beer. Even if it's once a year. 'Bet why?' I asked God in all the igbo accent I could muster. But wait o. Didn't he tell me he was a serious christian? Why should I find out this kind of thing after building my forever around him? Eh? Someone, tell me.
..To be continued....

Friday 28 September 2012

The Testimony

Good morning people. I hope you had a nice night rest? Well, this post will be the last sequel to my previous posts on my testimony. Please read on : )

As you know if you've been following, my name is now on the Law school eligible candidates list. It means I can apply to Law school and be admitted if I meet their requirements. I applied and was admitted.Yay! Posting came out( kinda like NYSC) and guess where I was going. Kano! I wasn't sure how to feel. I'd heard how extreme Kano's weather conditions could be (there was no boko haram scare at the time). There was however, one consolation. I had relatives there. So, off I went, to Kano.
Law school was great. Kano was okay, but it's not a place I'd like to live. Extreme cold, extreme heat, language barrier, and now boko haram of course. Attended lectures, read my books, ate very well and added quite some weight : ). Court and Chamber Attachment-came back to PH. Went back to school-Portfolio Assessment. Made it through that one. 10 months passed by and the mighty bar finals came knocking. Pheww! You will see people reading like - you know those Jackobians in your school? Multiply how they read by 10 you got it.   Yeah, I'm exaggerating, but you sha get what I'm trying to say : ).  Well, I prepared for the exams, it came, I wrote.
The results were published and yay! again, I made it. You want to know my grade? Forget, not important : ). So, Call to bar was next. It had been fixed for January 17, 2012 even though we wrote our exams in August, 2011. We complained, they did not pay attention. The Body of Benchers had decided! Well, we waited for the day eagerly. The day when the rights to practice as Barristers and Solicitors of the Supreme Court of Nigeria would be conferred on us. The day they will say to us, 'you can now wear your wig'.
While I waited for Call to bar, I also waited for NYSC. In October, the NYSC posting list came out and my name was not there. Ha! For some reason, the faculty had omitted my name and those of 3 other people in my Private and Property Law Department. After going to Law school and coming back o. They did not send our names, again, to Senate for approval and subsequent forwarding to the office in charge of NYSC in the school. Consequently, they did not have our data and so did not send our names to NYSC office, Abuja.
 That day at the faculty, Anwuri( a colleague who was affected) couldn't stop her tears.
' First Law school, now service', she said. As for me, I did not cry in the faculty. I cried when I got home.
My parents were angry. Again? My dad wanted to visit the Dean( Anwuri came with her Dad once) I told him not to. I didn't think it would change anything. He even mentioned litigation : ). We would not be going for service in November, the deed was done. It would have to be March, the next year. So again, I waited.

January 17 drew closer, then from the blues the Call to bar date was changed. Fuel subsidy wahala. It would now be January 31. Oh no! 'Well, guess it's for the better', I thought. Christmas came and went. New year's day approaching. Another change of date. Again? It would now be February 14. Why? Security reasons. Okay. Let me mention that sometime, early January, I had a dream. In the dream, it was my birthday and I got gifts from people. I was alone in a room with my gifts when a lady walked up to me to me and said, 'instead of you to be called to bar, you will die.' I looked at her and said, 'I WILL BE CALLED TO BAR IN FEBRUARY.' When I woke up, I prayed about it. I was not scared. I knew the Enemy was scheming, but I trusted God. He made law school possible, granted me success in bar finals. What is Call to bar? But I kept wondering why I had said 'february' when call to bar had been slated for January 17. I did not know that the dream was some kind of revelation too. So when they finally moved the date to February 14, I said 'okaaay, I see'. Then, I was more confident that nothing would stop me from being called to bar.
Two days to the Call day, my mom and I travelled to Abuja where it was to hold. We were to stay with a family friends. Monday before Call day, I went for Call to bar thanksgiving at Bwari Law school campus, Abuja and also to buy my Wig and Gown. In the evening, I noticed I wasn't feeling so well. I felt ill. But I chalked it to the fact that I had a cough that started the previous day. By the next morning, I was even weaker. I did not feel strong enough to be going anywhere. But I had a Call to bar to be part of. I sluggishly got dressed. In fact, my mom was more excited than me. She acted like she was the one being called to the bar. It was either, 'help me with my dress or help me with my make up'. It was almost annoying : ). We finally left when she felt she looked good enough. Me? I couldn't have cared less about using make up, I just did not have the strength. But I looked so dull, I had to use some.
Our taxi could not get to the venue. We had to alight at a distance and walk the rest of the way. My mom was behind me as we walked, but at point I noticed she was no longer behind me. And she was no where in sight. I thought 'whatever, she'll catch up'. She didn't. I started to make frantic calls from my friends' phones cos guess what? She was with my phone! I was with her invite, without which, she would not get in. I was distraught. Network around the area was terrible. I even made a call to my dad in PH asking him to call her and tell her where to come and meet me. When she finally showed up, apologetic, she explained that she had suffered a wardrobe malfunction and stopped to fix it. Did you just say,'nawa!'.
At this time, I'd gotten weaker. Add to that the wait to enter the hall and you have yourself an almost fainting me.
I barely made it through the ceremony. To tell you the truth, my Call to bar ceremony was the worst occasion I ever attended. The most stressful. At the end of the ceremony, I was forced to take a few photographs with my mom and two friends, with just my Wig. My face could barely form into a smile. Did not take any personal. Couldn't wait to go home and lie down. Alas, no taxis. Too many people. By the time we finally got home, something just wasn't right with me. Even lying down, I felt terrible. My temperature was mad-high. I remembered my dream. What the person had said. '...........You will die'. I prayed but I was not getting better. Nobody knew what was happening. They were all in the sitting room. I got up, went to the sitting room, approached our host who is a Pastor and asked him to pray for me.  He did. He said I'd be fine, must be the stress. My mom said, 'nothing will happen to you, 'they' have already failed'. She gave me food. Ate little food and slept. Woke up the next morning feeling a lot better. Got better from then on. February 14, 2012 was definitely NOT one of my favourite days. I however give all glory to God. I'm now a Barrister and Solicitor of the Supreme Court of Nigeria and, I am alive.
I am currently serving in Akure, Ondo State. I will be through in February. Maybe all those I finished university and law school with are ahead of me but I know the race is not for the swift. As long as I am alive and I have Christ, all is well. The enemy raged but God gave me victory. God knows why he allowed all the delay. I praise God for everything.
THE END

Thursday 27 September 2012

The 'Test' in the Testimony(Part 2)

Hi all, this is a continuation of my previous post.Please read it to understand this one better.
 Before exams came , the faculty had finally gotten the School Senate to approve the Extra units that were applied for in 2008. It was now 2010. So the faculty said it was all resolved, that those of us affected no longer needed to write any exam! After paying school fees for another session, registering a fresh course, withdrawing my project, writing test, reading for exam, being stopped from going to law school with my mates? Talk of medicine after death. I wanted to cry. But I'd cried over and over, I was tired of crying.
I said, fine. I'd still write the exam. I did not want to hear stories later. Some of my colleagues did not write but I did. Result did not matter but when it came out I passed. You would think 'problem solved', right?
 Faculty compiled names for Law School and guess what? My name was not there. Why? They had put up a one-day notice that those eligible should indicate interest by sending in their result. I did not hear so I did not send in my result. What do we do? Those like me asked. 'Just submit your result but hardly anything can be done, we've already sent the names', they said. Or something like that.
You can not imagine what my parents and I went through this period. I prayed. I praised. I kept going to my faculty. I kept in touch with someone working in the Dean's office and called him to get updates on Law school list. Eventually, I got a call from him one day that I should go online and check for my name on the list. Before this time the list consisting of 250 names was already out and my name was not there. 250 was the quota Council of Legal Education gave my school for those eligible to apply to Law school. When he called me, I thought 'they must have added more names, they must have increased the quota'. So, I went to the cyber cafe to check. I looked at the total of names, it was still 250 and my spirit fell. I called my informant to tell him that the names were still 250. He said 'have you checked the list?'. I said 'no'. He then said ,'check the list for your name'. So I checked and behold, my name was there! I started to shake with joy. Finally! After two years of waiting. I knelt right there in the cyber cafe and thanked God. I did not care what anyone thought. I printed the page with my name and went home. I could barely contain my excitement. My Dad was out of town and my mom was at her shop. I called my dad and told him. First thing he said was 'glory be to God'. I waited for my mom to come back. When she sat down, I brought the printed sheet and gave it to her. She said 'what is this?'.
 I said 'my name has come out'.
' Law school?' She wanted to know with wide eyes. As soon as I nodded, she was on her feet, dancing from one end of the room to the other and praising God. It was both beautiful and funny to see her so happy. God is so good. I do not know what happened or whose name they removed to put mine, but my name made it to the list when it seemed like an impossibility. Is there anything too hard for God? No!
That's not the end o. To be continued...........



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The 'Test' in the Testimony



Good morning friends. I hope you all slept well? Thank God for the gift of another day.  I’m going to be sharing  my testimony with you. The testimony I’m sharing spans from 2009 till date. I pray it blesses someone.
I wrote my final exams in August 2008. However, the result was not published until about February the next year. This is despite the fact that we were due for Law School in October/ November of 2008.
When  the results were published, some of my courses were omitted for whatever reason. Well, it turned out to be an error. All of my results later showed up online. I was happy. I thanked God because I had passed all my courses. It wasn’t over yet o. Sometime later, I received calls from my friends saying that there was this list in the faculty and from the data on the list, previous carry-overs were still reflecting, even though I had rewritten and passed them.  I was in Lagos at the time. I had to return to Port-Harcourt to rectify the issue. It turned out that it wasn’t just me. A lot of my course mates had same issue. In Year 4 or early part of Year 5, those of us with carry-overs that could not be accommodated by the maximum Course units for Year 5 were asked to apply for extra units. I was among the first people to apply.
However, the administration in my faculty at this time was shaky. The Dean at the time would eventually resign. So what happened? Our applications for extra units, which we were entitled to, were not  attended to. In fact, the same applications were found beneath his secretary’s table after they both left, unattended to. The new Dean was not ready to take responsibility, so she pushed it back to us.
If you rewrote a course that was not accommodated by the approved units for Final year, you automatically had an extra year! This was after waiting 6 months for results to be published. There was chaos and tears. Students raged. We begged. The administration would not budge. We involved the Universities Senate. Senate wanted someone to take responsibility for the maladministration. The new Dean was not going to. We went to the State House of Assembly. The School VC was summoned. He was represented by the Registrar.
With all the pressure, the faculty started to do what they called upgrade. They were upgrading those previous Fs to Es or whatever grade caught their fancy. They were only doing this for those who had just one carry-over in year 3 or 4. Don’t forget that these are carry-overs that had already been rewritten and passed. But that did not matter.
Yours truly’s result was not upgraded. I had written two carry-overs. One from year 3, the other form year 4. Don’t ask me why I had carry- overs. That one is story for another day. Just know that in my school, people had carry-over at times not because they did not read or write well, but because the Lecturer wanted students to come and ‘sort’. With the kind of grades I saw, I often wondered if Lecturers even marked scripts at all or they just ‘tubo tubo….’, and gave grades. To cut the long story short, I had to pay another school fees and register for the extra year. Units for extra year had to be a maximum of 9 units. I chose to redo my project and pick one other course to sit for in the exam the next year, totaling 10 units. At this time most of my course mates had resumed at Law School.
To be continued………………..

Wednesday 26 September 2012

FOR THE LOVE OF CHILDREN

It's been ages since I blogged, or so it seems. And boy, did I miss it!  Sorry about my absence :). A lot has happened o. So many stories in the news. Both good and bad. I'm sure you've heard them. I do not want to remind you of the evils you see and hear everyday. But, I have to remind you of this one thing. It's something I can't stop talking about. In fact, I am writing a book about it.
For the love of God, watch out for the children around you. Whether they're your children, neighbour's, siblings, relatives. Just about any child around you. Guard them jealously. As much as you can. Commit them to God in prayers. Why? Child Abuse. Any kind. Sexual, physical, Psychological etc.
There are people who take advantage of children - men or women who use children to play out their sexual fantasies. There are others who take out their frustration on them- teachers that use all the anger in them to flog your children. Or those who just want to frighten life out of children.

Children do not deserve to have their childhood forcefully taken from them.
Any kind of abuse, has the tendency to ruin a child's life. It is only by the grace of God that they grow to become normal adults and not twisted in some way. I am particularly concerned about sexual abuse, fighting against it and making people conscious of it. I do not know why I am passionate about this cause. Maybe it's because I had a narrow escape.
 Don't forget that it could come from anybody. Those Uncles/Aunties you leave your  children with. I have heard of a case where the little girl was sexually abused by her father. The popular female Minister, Joyce Meyer was abused by her father.
Rachel Fletcher also suffered child abuse at the hands of her father, David Paul Boudreaux. Boudreaux is now serving a life sentence in Angola. Credit - Google
If your child acts strange around a particular adult, look well. Always create an atmosphere where your child can talk to you. Ask them about their day. Talk with them! Do not let them out alone if you can help it, especially at night. Above all, pray.
 As I always say, May God continue to protect us and ours. Amen.

*Picture credit - Google 

Monday 17 September 2012

You Need Armour!

Hi friends, hope you had a great weekend? Well, if you did not,I pray your week would be great. My last post, hmm. I know. It was kinda harsh, right? Pele...but  to I had to let it out somehow, sometime. I figured why not here and now. The thing don dey vex me since :) . Don't worry, we will not be talking about men and their wahala today : ). We would be talking about you, yes you. And why it is important that you guard your heart. You see, although civilization has brought us a lot of good things, I think it's brought more evil than good. The responsibility rests on us to mind what we allow into our minds. You would agree with me that most of what we see on tv are not what we want our children or younger siblings to see. Most of the songs we hear on the radio are noise. I am a music lover. Being my dad's daughter it would have been impossible for me not to love music. My dad fueled my love for music. You can now imagine my frustration at the noise people make and call music today. I used to love listening to the radio, but I stopped because if the radio was on for 1 hour,I would probably count only two good songs that played. The others either talked about sex, money, cars or just plain rubbish.  I could not continue to feed myself crap. So I stopped. It was about this time stopped listening to secular music. I now only listen to songs that have a message that can relate to, that would edify me. The Bible says to guard your heart with l diligence for out of it are the issues of life,Proverbs 4:23. Let me add that the state of your heart determines the state of your life. Mind what you listen to, what you watch on the tv, the internet. Which brings me to the prevalence of pornography. Most youth these days are taken with pornography. I mean, it's everywhere on the internet. In almost every site there's a link to porn site. For those that did not know, pornography can mess you up. Oh, and it's addictive too. You best stay away from it. If you are already caught up in that web, only Jesus can set you free. You would have to determine that you want to stop and then surrender your life, addictions and all to Jesus. Only Him can set you from free. Subsequently, you should only allow what edifies into your heart. Feed on God's Word, it cleanses. It renews your mind.  The Psalmist said,'Thy Word have I hid in my heart that I might not sin against thee'-Psalm 119:11. Some people care more about how they look than the state of their hearts. You see a lot of beautiful people with decaying hearts and dying or dead conscience. Please, protect your heart. It can not be over-emphasized. I love to read novels. A lot. In secondary school, I started to read Mills and Boon, Harlequin, all sorts of romance. When I finished secondary school, I told a friend that I would use my first salary to stock my library with romance novels. I read thrillers, detective etc , but romance was my favourite. Trust Romance Authors to spice the story up with some sizzling love scenes. So I read parts like that I would ofcourse picture everything going down in my head. Well, let's just say it didn't do much for my imagination and the state of my mind. I had to give up reading secular romance or I risked losing my salvation. Funny, but true. It was not easy o. I would stop, and then start again. Until, finally...God helped me stop. I have lapsed a few times but thank God for His grace. Again recently, I had to battle with giving up secular movies. You tire for me abi? My dear, you see this Heavenly race is personal o. Bible says, if your right hand causes you to sin, do what? I guess these things are some of my right hand. Trust me, I struggled with the leading o. How can I give up watching movies? I might as well give up watching TV. How many faith-based movies are there? Certainly not very many. I've only seen a few. Mostly from Sherwood Pictures; Fireproof, Facing the Giants, Courageous etc. And I love watching movies almost as much as I love reading novels. But the problem was these secular movies were at conflict with my faith, with what my Bible says. My Bible says get married, have sex, then children. The movies tell me have sex, have children and if you like, get married. In most of the movies God does not exist. They do not acknowledge God. People swear and curse like it's normal.You watch some movies and it's like you're watching soft porn. Sex scenes everywhere. Wo, I'm not that macho o. I'm flesh and blood. Sorry to disappoint you :).  So, here I am, not even two weeks old in my resolve to give up secular movies. The third in the line of my 'give-ups'. I'm not saying do like me o. I'm just saying, protect ya heart any way you can. May God's Grace continually keep us in Him, Amen. These days, everybody claims they have a personal relationship with God. The worst stform of deceit is self-deceit. You know best whether you're at peace with God or not. If you are not, make peace with your creator and make Him your Father. God bless. PS: Sorry for the long post :)

Friday 14 September 2012

So You Think You're A Man, Huh?

I know by the fact that God created men, that they feature in the lives of women. I know that Eve was created as a  'help meet'(help suitable) for Adam. This somehow gives men a superior position? Yes? A position that keeps on being abused by its Custodians. Men. Yes, they are the topic of my rantings today!

Where do I even start? Is it from the one who sees women as sex objects, created for the sole purpose of  satisfying his incessant craving for sex? The man whose over-active libido would drive him to do anything, including defiling a three year old baby or his own daughter.

How about the one that takes advantage of a fiduciary relationship. The pastor, for instance who takes advantage of the church member. Or the Brother in the Fellowship who betrays the trust of that Sister, declaring love, luring her into sexual sin and then moving on to the next sister.

Oh let's not forget the one who thinks that just because he has male reproductive organs , he can approach any woman and ask her out. He still lives with his mom, does not earn an income or maybe he just got into college. But he sees a young woman old enough to be his elder sister or aunt or who he very well knows is out of his reach and starts to 'misyarn'. Like, seriously, you can't see? Is it some kind of game? The fact that you answer to ' male ' gives you that right?

Then there's the one that you 'mumuly' fall in love with and a few months into the relationship, he goes ' let's take a break, you're spiritually fragile'. What does that even mean? A year or so later, he tells you he does not remember what he said that night when he called to ask for a break and that he loves you and wants you back.

The married one nko? Married to a beautiful wife with beautiful children.The fact that his wife is your mother's friend does not deter him. He wants a piece of your innocence. He tells who a married man would take care of you better than a single young guy would.

How can I not mention the Casanova? The fine boy and ladies guy.Sweeps you off your feet with sweet talk. He knows all the things that gullible girls want to hear. At first, he puts a on a pedestal and later wants you to clean the pedestal. He tells you sex is like salt in a relationship and breaks up with you when you wont give it to him. What were you doing with a guy like that anyway?

Last but not least for today. The one that sets his searching gaze on you and decides that he wants to marry you. That he has found the one o. He claims he loves you and wants to marry you even though he's known you for just two months. He wants to drown  you in calls and messages. Does not want to know whether you like him or not. He wants to marry you. Hello? Do you not see how lucky you are? He's proposing! Marry him, whether you can stand him or not. Marry him because you do not deserve to marry a man that you love, who loves you back? Do you not deserve to be happy? I need help here. Somebody? Anybody?

And no! I do not hate men. I'm just tired of their egocentrism.  Men should wake up to the truth that the world does not revolve around them. You can not care for only yourself and expect things to be perfect.Besides, it is ' He who finds a wife finds a good thing and obtains favour'. Men, probably think it's the other way round. Do I blame them? It's the women that do know know their worth and have their dignity dragged all over the mud that I blame.

Now, if God said ' He who finds a wife finds a good thing and obtains favour', and says Woman is a 'help meet' for man, does this not clearly spell my worth? As a Woman whose Master is the Lord, would the man who marries you be blessed or what? His life has just been made easier! He's go both help suitable for him and God's favour rolled into one!

Women, please stop selling yourself short. Who says you can't have it all? You can have a man who loves you, with your dignity intact. You are beautiful and worth more than some man's toy of trophy wife.
You are the apple of God's eye. All you need is a personal relationship with Him  and you can rest, assured of a secured future that would rival the most beautiful fairy tale ever told.

Whatever you do, don't forget that living for God is the ultimate.
God bless.

Wednesday 12 September 2012

GONE TOO SOON

It's been a very sad day for me. My dear friend lost her  younger brother-a good-looking young and promising  lad. I'm tempted to say I wish today never happened but that won't be right. I'm sure a lot of great things happened today. This however , does not take away the ache in my heart as it breaks for my friend, her mom and her other siblings ,who have to face another death in the family , after loosing their dad years ago. I was in tears at work all morning and something tells me I have not seen the last of those tears.
I do not have any words that can cut through the fog of grief in my friend's heart. What do you say to someone who just lost a loved one? How do you make the pain stop? I wish I was home, then I could go over and hug her and tell her it will be all right. But impotent phone calls are all I have.
So I surrender the bereaved to God and pray he gives them strength to bear this great loss. I  pray this does not adversely affect their faith in Him and that some how through this rain, the sun will shine. Above all, I pray the young lad is with the Lord, that's the ultimate.
                                                               
Though it does not make sense cos he was so young. I'd have to say God knows best. 
To everyone who has ever lost someone, these songs are for you.
   Held by Natalie Grant



                                                        Love them like Jesus- Casting Crowns    
God bless you all. 

Thursday 6 September 2012

THIS HIS NOT APPENING!


I like Yoruba people, this would of course comprise indigenes of Western states. I would guess the reason for this is that I spent part of my childhood in Lagos. I started Nursery school in Lagos, we lived there till my Primary 4. We had to move to Port-Harcourt because my dad was transferred. Moving for me was tough. I had to leave all my friends, my wonderful teachers, my beloved school. I remember playing Jewel’s ‘I’m leaving on a jet plane’ over and over on the cassette player. I only knew the lines that made sense to me, which were – ‘ I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’d be back again’. I did not know what else she sang. I would cry as it played, missing my friends already.
JENIFA- Extreme case of 'H Factor'?
Before we left Lagos, I’d learnt to speak Yoruba as fluently as a little non-yoruba girl could. How could I not be fluent when except at school, almost everyone around me spoke Yoruba. My immediate younger brother who was born in Lagos was caught up in some kind of conflict as he didn’t know whether to learn to talk in Yoruba or English. He chose Yoruba and had a real problem learning to speak English as a toddler.
However, it was much later that I noticed the Yoruba ‘H Factor’, the way they omit ‘H’ where there is one and add it where there isn’t. This can be amusing as well as annoying. There are only very few Yoruba people I know who do not have the ‘H Factor’. For instance, they would say ‘hear’ when they mean ‘ear’ and vice-versa. A typical Yoruba person may say something like, ‘My and (hand) urts (hurts), please elp(help) me bring er(her) book from hon(on) top the shelf.’ No matter how educated the person is, the ‘H’ Factor almost, always shines through. And, it does not sound nice.
 So you can imagine my incredulity when I caught myself exhibiting the ‘H Factor’ a few times. This was while sharing a room with my Yoruba roommates in Law school. For those that do not know, I am currently in Akure. Being sorrunded by so many people with ‘H Factor’, I have caught myself doing it lately. Which is not good. Not good at all. I  do love the language and hope to speak it again as fluently as I did before but I definitely draw the line at ‘H Factor’.
Why my rantings? I caught myself this morning saying ‘harms’ instead of ‘arms’. That is not acceptable! No, no, no! This just goes to tell me I have to be very careful. Don’t want the ‘H factor’ rubbing off on me o. How can a ‘Delta girl’ have ‘H Factor’? 

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