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Fọ́kásíbẹ̀!
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By Toyin Falola
I accidentally owe the inspiration for this piece to Glorious Vision University and its Dean of Humanities, Dr. Samson Ijaola. I was invited to pay a courtesy visit to the University’s Lagos Campus on August 8, 2023. https://punchng.com/don-advocates-certification-in-technical-skill-programmes/. The traffic to Ketu, where the University is located, was not bad that day. Traffic flow has improved in Lagos since our one and only Jagaban, Ahmed Bola Tinubu, mounted the throne he claimed as his turn in the succession plan. A democracy with a Crown Prince? A throne of magic reformed the streets without adding to the traffic police or lights where the red stays on green. Those without money to buy petrol have learned to park their cars in front of their houses for dogs to look at and birds to perch. Psalms 39:6, after centuries of not having relevance in Nigeria, suddenly comes alive: Surely a man goes about as a shadow! Surely for nothing they are in turmoil; man heaps up wealth and does not know who will gather! Nigerians are in turmoil, in shadow, so says the Holy Book. Whether your car is “tear leather”, “Tokunbo”, or “Nigeria-use,” they are now entertainment pieces for pet animals as the dust gathers.
Our car on the way to Ketu stopped suddenly, not because of “go slow” or “hold up,” but because a commercial van blocked the road while the driver got out to transact his business. Everyone exercises power in Nigeria, although the driver will tell you he is powerless. Anyone who can leave his car in the middle of 5th Avenue in New York is more powerful than the Mayor. Dr. Samson Ijaola, the Dean-turned-TF-Driver, was enraged, boiling, even though his big head was not expanding.
I love road rage, especially in Houston, where an angry driver who thinks you are driving slowly can point his gun at you. As soon as the now powerless TF-Driver could negotiate his way through his narrow path, remembering what Our Mummy in Israel, Folasade Iyalode Ijaola of Sango-Otta, told him, “But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life…” he yelled at the driver: ORÍ Ẹ FỌ́KÁ SÍBẸ̀! As I wondered about his intended usage, it became “Your head is scattered!”; “Your skull is broken,” releasing its contents for pepper soup; “You are a lunatic”. A man of God from a faith-based University can quickly forget what Matthew 18:21-35 tells him:
Then Peter came to Jesus and asked, “Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother when he sins against me? Up to seven times?” Jesus answered, “I tell you, not seven times, but seventy times seven.”
TF-Driver does not know arithmetic! We are not from Israel, jo. Road-rage insults are how we roll in Lagos. I love them so much that I see the streets as cemeteries in cities like Gaborone and Kigali. Give me my Lagos and creative insults.
Years before, when I gave money to an Area Boy at Computer Village, he praised me: Orí ẹ fọ́ká síbẹ̀! Our slogans, like the politicians, our Lords and Killers, of the APC and PDP, can change parties at no notice. If you stole government money as a PDP member, Orí ẹ fọ́ká síbẹ̀! You have arrived! The EFCC is after you to steal part of it, your lawyers collect their shares. Orí ẹ fọ́ká síbẹ̀! You heard that the judge might throw you into prison, and you give My Lordship his share, Orí ẹ fọ́ká síbẹ̀! Before you become broke and beg for food, cross to the APC to receive forgiveness. Orí ẹ fọ́ká síbẹ̀!
My fellow Nigerians, we know the hard work and tenacity it takes to be a Nigerian. The struggle is real, and our eyes have seen many shege. One thing we are good at is our ability to adapt, our ability to conform to changes in the system. We adapt all the time; we adapt to new environments, new jobs, new people, new relationships, new habits, new phases, new slang, and more importantly, we adapt to new governments and new problems! But still, we stand gidigba; we are doing well, our head still dey there, e never commot for body.
Gone were when a bag of rice was sold for ₦10,000 and a cup of garri sold for ₦10. I should have “turned the side” of my late mother for a memorial service and owambe party. Our life today, na wa, as food prices go up, fuel prices put on a parachute. To build a house sef, e don cost. A bag of cement sold for ₦2,000 in 2015 is now, on average, for ₦4,600. The best legacy, education, no carry last for this matter. The cost of living in Nigeria is terribly high; being a Nigerian living in Nigeria no be beans. It is real work, but as the Igbo man will say, “wetin man go do“?
I know you have been told you are not doing well enough; you are performing below expectations compared to your fellow tech bros. Was it not all of you who graduated together last year? In fact, you finished with a first class, and they graduated with a 2.2, but now some of them have secured jobs with an oil company, another has gotten a house on the Island, and the other is driving himself around in a Big Daddy. Those guys you did NYSC with, cruising around town with expensive cars and living large, have told you to learn work and either bring one omoge or bath with the soap one Baba gave them, so you too can build a filling station overnight, but your mother’s prayers will not let you do Yahoo-Yahoo and run mad in two years. Your closest friend did not waste time before he japa–ed for his Master’s after graduation, and he now floods his status with pictures of him having breakfast in the snow and eating dinner on the Eiffel Tower. But you have only managed to get a job that pays ₦50,000 per month, flying Okada to work in the signature suit your parents managed to gift you for your convocation. Your only prayer request is that God should change your level; He has done it for your mates, ìwọ lókàn. Or is it the witches and wizards of your father and mother’s house that will not allow you to prosper? They must die by fire! So you can move forward. Amidst all of this, e no mean say your head no dey there. You are doing well regardless, doing what you know how to do best, legitimately. It will surely pay off. If Falola Baba Idan can make it without going to the Camp, you have a future.
There but for the grace of God go I
If you are a government worker in Nigeria, you would understand the struggles in the profession. Passion is supposed to drive you into doing what you love, but there is less or no motivation to work. You are probably not even proud to call yourself a salary earner; you have added five different side hustles to your job because “ọ̀nà kan ò wọ ọjà“ (“There is not one way to the market”). Your salaries are unpaid on time, and your fringe benefits are denied. The economy chokes, but you still dey breathe. The Pastor continues to pray and preach, but you must not forget the seeds and tithes. I don’t understand the passage used in my Church during the last service:
For the grace of God has appeared that offers salvation to all people. It teaches us to say “No” to ungodliness and worldly passions, and to live self-controlled, upright and godly lives in this present age, while we wait for the blessed hope—the appearing of the glory of our great God and Savior, Jesus Christ, who gave himself for us to redeem us from all wickedness and to purify for himself a people that are his very own, eager to do what is good. Titus 2:11-14
I look around, and I cannot find my salvation. I must live before I die!
As the breadwinner of your family, the first child of your mother’s 8 children, the first of your father’s 15 children and the first and only one to find his way to japa to greener pastures, the burden of the whole family is rested on your shoulders, but your family does not understand that travelling abroad is not necessarily a green card out of poverty. Abroad is a location; if your village people follow you there, you will know what’s up.
The competitive spirit in this country is high, where people measure their own growth and achievements using another person’s measuring tape. Who can become like Toyin Falola when you have not swallowed alive an entire tortoise in one go, washed it down with water from the Ogunpa River, and endured 2000 incisions on your head? The definition of success is not the same for everyone. To some, success is when they can build a million-dollar mansion in their father’s village. For another, success is when you manage to get a polytechnic certificate, get a government job that pays you a minimum wage, find a wife to marry, start a family and live on credit and loans from cooperative societies. While to some others, success is when one can reach their highest potential, solve human problems and live a life of fulfilment and legacy. To Falola, success is when Nigeria is successful, but the eccentric professor is waiting for the eyes of the crab to blink.
Nevertheless, whatever your definition of success is, whether you are far from it, close to it or have attained it already, your head still dey there. You see, this is not exactly a motivational piece that tells you to Aspire to perspire so you can retire to refire in Maguire, but I write to tell you that you are simply trying your best; your head dey there! You sef no small!
Let me take you back to 2009, when a Nigerian artist, then DJ Zeez, released the hit song Fọ́kásíbẹ̀ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eXEdPH4vpk0). The song that made waves and was blasted on every loudspeaker on the street back then was the anthem of street boys. Orí ẹ fọ́ká síbẹ̀ in Yoruba loosely means “your head is scattered there”. The word is used to commend or to hail a person, to say that you are the best at what you do, and your expertise is commendable.
The street boys in Somolu, my good friends, use orí ẹ fọ́ká síbẹ̀, orí ẹ dúró síbẹ̀, orí ẹ wà ń bẹ̀ interchangeably to show respect to whomever they are referring to. So, if I tell you ” Orí ẹ fọ́ká síbẹ̀” I mean “, I see you, I appreciate your work.” If you are conversant with the streets as I am, you will understand the language of the street better. If you dip some naira into the hands of an Area Boy, he will hail you, saying, “Baba, orí ẹ fọ́ká síbẹ̀!”
Dr. Ijaola is not from Somolu, and his own Orí ẹ fọ́ká síbẹ̀ is not of a positive hue. The Dean is not allowed to listen to DJ Zeez to allow me to say Orí Samson fọ́ká síbẹ̀! Orí ẹ fọ́ká síbẹ̀ is sometimes translated as an insult due to its vulgarity and depending on the context in which it is used. For instance, if you engage in a hot argument with someone and they go on to say “orí ẹ fọ́ká síbẹ̀” you will be wise to decide that they are not singing your praise or hailing you at that moment but saying “your head has scattered” and indeed, they mean it. In fact, they mean that something is wrong with your head. In the context of insult, I would like to deviate to say that something is wrong with the head of Nigerian leaders; they are sick in the head, but let us leave their matter aside.
It is the head a fish uses to swim through water— orí lẹja fi ń l’abú já. It is your head that makes way for you in life. You have often questioned God why your head seems to not have made way for you. Are you a spoon? A fork? Or your own head is just bad? Those making it, do they have two heads? Or how many heads is one supposed to have to make it in life, reach the peak of his career, and be in the limelight? Or was it your head your ancestors used to appease the gods? Or did your rich uncles use your head for their money ritual? You have asked all these questions and more. Perhaps you have consulted several churches, and they have told you things are not working for you because your head is bad and you will need to undergo some celestial rituals where they will dress you in a white garment, take you to the riverside, tie you down, whip your head with seven brooms so that they can flog out ill-luck from your head. They will also have to break a coconut on your head while 7 candles melt in your hands. Then, your head can begin to make way for you.
You admire the dons and captains of industries in Nigeria, whose heads have taken them to the top. Speak of the likes of Aliko Dangote, Folorunsho Alakija, Tony Elumelu, and even that small boy from Ojuelegba, Wizkid. The Yoruba believe that ibi orí má dé, à dé bẹ̀, which means you will surely get to where you are destined to be. You have to keep pushing and believing in yourself.
Glorious Vision University and Professor Babatunde Idowu, the Vice-Chancellor, oil dey your head. You may not be where you want to be yet, but you no go carry last; your head is there! Staff and students of Glorious Vision, on Monday, a day after your Sabbath, dance to DJ Zeez, Fọ́kásíbẹ̀ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eXEdPH4vpk0)!
“I tell you, her sins, which are many, are forgiven—for she loved much. But he who is forgiven little, loves little.” And he said to her, “Your sins are forgiven” (Luke 7:47-48).
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By Leo Igwe
The Advocacy for Alleged Witches (AfAW) is concerned over the reported arrest of two men accused of being ‘witchdoctors’ in Zambia. The arrest underscores the potency of witchcraft fears and the connection between occult anxieties and the country’s politics. These individuals were accused of trying to bewitch the Zambian president, Hakainde Hichilema. The police claimed that they had charms. They planned to use the charms to harm the president. The report says the two persons have been charged under Zambia’s Witchcraft Act. The Act criminalizes “possession of charms”, “professing knowledge of witchcraft”, and “cruelty to wild animals”. The police found the two with assorted charms, including a live chameleon.
This development is utterly embarrassing and shows that the Zambian government is slowly losing its focus and bearing.The country has many socio-economic challenges. Suspicion of bewitchment or possession of charms should be the least of its worries at this time. There should be no place for witchcraft and possession of charms in modern politics because there is no evidence for these beliefs and practices. Zambian authorities should not weaponize the Witchcraft Act or use it to justify this incident. Zambian law does not recognize witchcraft. Zambia’s Witchcraft Act criminalizes naming or imputing witchcraft. It prohibits accusing or threatening to accuse any person of being a witch or a wizard. In this case, it is the police who are breaking the law.
Otherwise, how did they know the two individuals were ‘witchdoctors’? Did these persons identify as witch doctors? If not, the police are liable because they named and imputed witchcraft and have to prove that these individuals have witch-doctoring powers. The police claimed to have charged these individuals for possessing “assorted charms”, including a chameleon. Really?
The police in Zambia have questions to answer: What are charms? How did they know that what was in their possession were charms, not pets? Is a chameleon a form of charm? What makes possession of a chameleon possession of a charm? When and how does a chameleon become a charm? The police need to answer these questions and more before one takes them seriously.
Again, did the individuals describe what was in possession as ‘charms’? If they did, does confessing or designating something as a charm make it a charm? And if they did not, the police are liable because they need to prove how those possessions translated into charms.
In addition, the police claimed that the duo wanted to bewitch the president. What does that mean? How did they know? Are the police not contravening a provision under the Witchcraft Act by professing knowledge of witchcraft? Can one harm another person using a chameleon? They claimed that the two persons wanted to use the charms in their possession, including the chameleon to harm the president. How did they know that? What is the evidence for that?
The Advocacy for Alleged Witches calls for an end to this state-sponsored witch hunt. There is no evidence of harm through witchcraft or charms. The Zambian government should desist from witchcraft- related infractions and violations including arbitrary arrest, and detention of innocent citizens. These allegations are baseless and absurd. The arrest was politically motivated. This development demonstrates that Zambian authorities are out of sync with their duty and obligation to uphold the rule of law and protect accused persons.
Zambian authorities need to act in compliance with the 2021 UN resolution, which urged states to take measures to combat abuses linked to witchcraft beliefs and ritual attacks. End witchcraft allegations in Zambia. End witch hunts in Africa now!
Dr Igwe directs the Advocacy for Alleged Witches.
By Tony Afejuku
The other burning issue, apart from Farotimi and Babalola’s, which I wish to take a look at – and which I am taking a look at now – relates to what is happening in our capital territory. What is this burning issue – which our human rightists and civil society organisations and personages are surprisingly and un-satisfactorily not inclined to focus attention on and examine as they should? I may be wrong, but it surely seems to me that this issue, this burning issue, which is of more importance than Farotimi and Babalola’s – which has been given undue adulation – is deliberately being neglected and depreciated by proclaimers and heroes and heroines of human rights, justice, equity and equality of rights in your country my country our country. Why, why, why and why, why, why? Anyone who has any iota of patriotic sensibility, feeling and judgment well watered and buttressed by a very great influence upon his or her critical judgment will keep on asking the question I am asking.
Mr. Nyesom Wike, as almost everybody who can read and write a little knows, is the current minister of your, my and our Federal Capital Territory. His post or office is akin to that of a governor of a state. As the immediate past governor of Rivers State who was drafted, after his two terms there expired, to continue in the FCT as its new minister-governor or governor-minister under the auspices of a party he is not a true member of, Mr. Wike cannot but be seen as a lucky man. He is in every possible and impossible way. Minister-Governor Wike is a lucky man and a very fortunate one indeed. No former governor of Rivers State (or of any Nigerian state), as far as I know, has achieved what the famed political rouser of rabbles has achieved in one short gubernatorial life-time, and at a relatively young and fertile age. His dual achievement with and in two different political parties at this delicate point of Nigerian politics indicates to our politicians and us all that there is always time for a reminder that there are ready-made high rewards for arch-angels of betrayals. And Mr. Wike may go down in Rivers and Nigerian history as both an arch-angel and an emperor of betrayal of us all if we attempt to indicate what I have defined here as his dual achievement.
We can roughly divide, briefly, Wike’s political development into two periods. During the first, excluding his lower political positions before he became the governor of Rivers State, he quickly adapted his style to that of an emperor who became a rabble-rouser of rabble-rousers whose gubernatorial efficiency moved from stiffness to stiffness. He did not at any time feel that he needed suppleness to govern Rivers State. “Let the heavens fall if they must fall!” We are not there yet in this attempted analysis of the stiff-hearted and stiff-minded one. True? But he is already demonstrating this characteristic in Abuja. False? Judge and give the answer yourself.
Even after he left Rivers State a short while ago as governor, he is still trying to control happenings there to the political discomfiture of his hand-picked successor, his erstwhile “boy” and “son” – with whom he has fallen out. As the minister-governor or governor-minister of the FCT, Wike is occupied with the other taste of the emperor-juggernaut formulator – doing the work of two key political masters in one room and desk of political jugglery. Since his appearance in the FCT, minister-governor or governor-minister Wike has allegedly attempted to recover or transform for Abuja what is not traditionally or socially Abuja’s, for example, the city’s social idiom and landscape and terrain as well as its environs. In doing this he sometimes over-steps his bounds and mark of human/inhuman decency/indecency and psychological understanding of human nature, if you follow well what I am saying; he has so far become at best not really better than a typical pedestrian Nigerian lawyer and officer of political power: in his explorations so far in the Federal Capital Territory we have come to the realization, as T. S. Eliot would say, that “it is so often true that only by going too far can we find out how far we can go.” But one has to be a very negatively obstinate and self-serving emperor and a thorough-bred arch-angel of betrayal of the people and masses to justify such perilous and perfidious expeditions and adventures.
Last week, I saw on Arise Television “The Morning Show” Chief Rita Lori-Ogbebor, the dutiful widow of the late Nigerian supreme patriot and soldier, Colonel Ogbebor (of Benin stock) battling, so to say, to wrest the legacy of her late husband from the tight grip of the adventurous FCT minister-governor who has registered his name and signature in the hearts and consciousness of the people as the depriver of their possessions. The three anchors of “The Morning Show” were in their respective ways splendid in their structures of remarks and questions to Chief (Mrs.) Rita Lori-Ogbebor whom I have had occasions in times past to call patriotically Rita A-K 47 on account of her natural right to fire her beautiful tongue at any person, usually an enemy, of just actions. When she made the case she made to protect the estate of Paulosa Nigeria Limited, her late husband’s aforesaid legacy in the FCT, she was in her natural territory, habitat and element where even at age eighty-four, she never ever loses her stability – although she unusually restrained herself in the Arise Television appearance. Dr. Reuben Abati, Rufai Oseni, and Ayo Mairo-Ese clearly explored seriously but delightfully the mind of the mother-hen of Warri – my other coinage and appellation I gave her in my poetry. Her “The Morning Show” appearance enabled me to see the poignant cry de profundis of the FCT inhabitants whose property and residences in different guises have been demolished. She did not say anything that was out of joint. She spoke and came out as a mother, protector and symbol of the people who have suffered – and are suffering – from the state of affliction and anguish Wike’s demolitions have placed – and are placing – the people.
Ojy Okpe in her delicious and delectable “What is Trending” slot on the same show, showed without exaggeration but with further elaboration what people in and outside Abuja/FCT think of the mighty Wike’s demolitions, a burning issue that the Senate has asked “Let Heaven Fall” minister-governor Wike to halt as the committee the Senate set up on the issue starts its work. Of course, we cannot but assume that Chief Rita Lori-Ogbebor, Mrs. Natasha Akpoti-Uduaghan as well as Mrs. Ireti Kingigbe, the senator representing the FCT in the Senate and other patriotic senators diligently did what they did on the floor of the Senate when the burning issue was tabled for debate with the gracious understanding and authorization of the Senate President.
I need to state further that the “The Morning Show” anchors did well and extremely so by giving the minister-governor the opportunity to air his anti-Paulosa story. His senior special assistant on public communication and social media, Mr. Olalere Olayinka, stood in for him. After he gave the reasons for the clamp-down, his responses to the questions the anchors put to him followed the usual pattern of denials by artificial men in power – denials that they always use to intimidate and betray the people. In fact, Mr. Olayinka’s ploy to ride easily over our dear Rufai Oseni, a wholesome representative of the deprived, that the chap (or is it guy?) and his boss always employ their colloquial speeches and remarks to dishonor, failed. Yes, the ploy failed woefully. In stanza after stanza of the exchanges between Mr. Olayinka and the Arise anchors, he deteriorated – and his deterioration was hall-marked when he unwittingly revealed that the Paulosa land had been acquired by his minister-governor’s close cohort, an act that was nothing short of gross abuse of power and authority.
Because the Senate is already using its authority, power and privilege to resolve the burning issue, hopefully, in a way that the late Colonel Ogbebor’s legacy and family will not be subjected to any kind of degradation, I will utter no more words for now. I trust, however, that the liberties the Senate is taking – or has taken – are for the sake of order to favour the down-trodden.
As for the minister-governor, the PDP emperor at large, here is an immortal quote from Marcus Aurelius, the magnificent and authentic Roman Emperor and philosopher (A.D. 121-180): “If it is not right, do not do it; if it is not true, do not say it.” You lose nothing by giving us a slice of your humanity by your right acts and correct words. Everything changes and passes. Be humane as a human being.
Afejuku can be reached via 08055213059.
By Leo Igwe
Recently, I facilitated a critical thinking workshop at the Bay Wreath Schools in Lagos. The theme was critical thinking and teacher development. As the theme stated, the workshop was on teaching, about teaching, and for teachers. It highlighted the pedagogical value of critical and reflective inquiry. The workshop exposed teachers to critical mental habits and skills. It emphasized how critical thinking would enhance expertise in the learning and delivery of subjects in classrooms.
I used the opportunity to discuss questionstorm as a method of teaching and learning. Questionstorm is a way that I operationalized critical thinking for primary and elementary schools. Questionstorm is the ability to interrogate all objects and materials. It is a habit of questioning ideas and experiences in all areas of human endeavor. Simply put, questionstorm is a question-driven inquiry. Children are naturally curious. They thirst for knowledge and understanding. Unfortunately, the school system kills children’s curiosity and dampens their interrogative appetite. The school system places much emphasis on rote learning and memorization. It makes the generation of answers not questions or problems the test of knowledge, and the determinant of intelligence. Teaching is largely a drudgery, a monotonous exercise, and a process of depositing knowledge on passive recipients, the students. Teaching entails dumping information on learners whose duty is to cram and reproduce during tests or examinations.
This teaching praxis has been criticized and blamed for the poor performance of students post-school (college and university) and their inability to think independently, creatively, and innovatively. Other teaching methods have tried to address these gaps and limitations. There have been suggestions to make teaching and instruction more active, and more student/learner/child-centered. One such method is the Montessori method. The Montessori method discourages grades and tests as ways of measuring achievement or determining intelligence and excellence. It emphasizes hands-on learning and the development of real-world skills. While the Montessori method stresses the practical approach to learning it says very little about the authoritarian teacher-to-student approach that is the mainstay of teaching and learning in classrooms. Teaching follows a pattern that leaves students and learners in the margins and unable to question and contribute to the learning process. Teachers present what is to be learned such as a text, and then generate questions that students respond or address to demonstrate knowledge of what has been taught. The student’s or learner’s main job is to answer questions, to look for or find answers or solutions. The teacher’s work is to get students to look for, and provide answers, and reproduce what they have been taught or told. But students are answer-depots. Students are not memory banks or reserves. They are active minds and thinking agents.
With questionstorm as a teaching method, the mode of instruction would change. Teaching becomes a cooperative endeavor that actively involves teachers and students. What is taught in the classroom is a collaborative note, not the teacher’s note, not a handout to students. Teachers present or generate texts or objects for learning, in response to intense questioning of the object or material by students, teachers provide information as required for that subject, topic, level, and time frame. No two instances of teaching – of the same topic or subject- are or should be the same because the input of students and teachers is not predetermined.
This is because of an overlooked principle in teaching and learning, that I call the “uncertainty principle”.
The uncertainty principle underlies questionstorm because knowledge is not fixed. Learning is a fluid process. All that is to be learned is uncertain, it is unknown and never determined. No teacher can say beforehand what is to be taught or learned because no one knows exactly the questions and answers or replies that would arise when a topic is presented or taught in a particular class. A topic or learning material elicits unique responses and exchanges that both teachers and students cannot exactly know or predict a priori, before the fact.
Teaching is a shared task and responsibility. Class notes are fluid materials. They are not texts cast on educational stones and delivered by teachers to students to copy, cut, and paste as is often the case. Class notes are not written or produced by teachers for students but by teachers with students. Teachers’ notes are incomplete and insufficient. They account only for a part, not a whole of the learning process and material. Students’ input completes and complements the teaching material and learning process. Thus every class note is unique because it is a product of a specific collaborative endeavor, a product of particular teaching and learning agents and circumstances that cannot be repeated or replicated.
Thus, as a teaching method, questionstorm is set to facilitate teacher development and improve the quality of instruction in schools. Questionstorm will help realize a paradigm shift in education and learning. I hope educators, teachers, and school managers will embrace this method of teaching and learning.
Dr Igwe directs the Critical Thinking Social Empowerment Foundation.
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