Monthly Archives: October 2012

Educate a woman, educate a nation

WHAT IS EDUCATION?
Education is the imparting and acquiring of knowledge through and learning especially at a school or similar institution – Encarta Dictionary 2009 Edition.
To educate is to bring up and instruct; to teach; to train.
QUOTE
If you educate a man you educate an individual, but if you educate a woman you educate a family (nation) – Dr. James Emmanuel Kwegyir-Aggrey (1875 – 1927)
This quote/proverb was/is to convince African parents who were/are more willing to allow their male children to attend schools than their daughters, due to either of
• Child marriage
• Parents see education as waste (more education, more dowry)
• Poverty and illiteracy
The saying makes its points by unqualified exaggeration to capture attention
FOR THE QUOTE
Women in general are the newborn child’s primary care givers in most societies, be it the mum, older sister, grandma or nanny. They watch over the child for the first 3 or more years of the child. During these early years, words and unspoken messages determine/affect the child’s future.A child that is surrounded by the warm care givers will most likely spread that love in the future as he grows.
The story of Moses in the Bible exemplifies the importance of women in a child’s life. Moses’ mum, sister and pharaoh’s daughter made great impact in his life. Exodus 2:1-10. Paul also testifies of Timothy’s mum and grandma. II Timothy 1:5.
Some great leaders have also pointed success to the female gender.
Give me good mothers and I will give you a great nation” – Napoleon.
All I am I owe to my mother… I attribute all my success in life to the moral, intellectual and physical education I received from her” – George Washington (1732 – 1799) US first president.
Educate your women first and leave them to themselves, then they will tell you what reforms are needed” – Indian Swami Vivekananda
1. Today’s girl child will be the mother of tomorrow. As a mother she can give her child a sound nursing and capable upbringing
2. A woman has the maximum impact on the social and economic decisions making in the family
3. At micro level, educated woman help in making the whole family understand the values and importance of education.
4. At macro level, educated women add to the social and economic development of the nation
5. Women affect the society greatest since women are the ones raising the children while the man spends time working or in worse situations drinking.
6. Women have better entrepreneur skills. They make up over 70% of the unorganized economy of the nation.
Girls education is like sowing seed which gives rise to green, cheerful and full grown family plant.Education is valuable, whether formal or informal, and women should have equal access.
QUESTION THE QUOTE
The quote makes its point by unqualified exaggeration to capture our attention.
1. This line of thinking reduces women and girls’ values to that of reproducers of the nation.
2. Women/girls should be educated for the simple reason that they are people not for the nations benefit.
3. The role education plays in the life of women should not be seen only from the light of how the nation benefits.
Would we educate a woman because the nation needs her? If the nation fails, is it the women who have failed? Will educating women and leaving men out keep the nation afloat as we need it?
In summary, if you educate a man you educate an individual, if you educate a woman you educate an individual and because all individuals are important, why would you leave anyone out?
See you later.
Amoscp
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NB: this was an intended speech to be read at a seminar at Kingdom RecoveyChristain Center (KRCC) Alaba Center on October 20, 2012 by the KRCC Okokomaiko press team.
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Rebrand Nigeria at 52

this is a poem read by my friend and brother in the Lord, written by another for Nigeria. enjoy it.

I am Hungry, Please Re-brand me
By: Salisu Suleiman

I am Nigeria.

I have millions of acres of arable land and billions of cubic litres of water, but I cannot feed myself.

So I spend $1 billion to import rice and another $2 billion to import milk.

I produce rice, but don’t eat it.

I have 60 million cattle but no milk.

I am hungry, please re-brand me.
I drive the latest cars in the world but have no roads.

I lose family and friends everyday on roads for which funds have been looted.

I lose my young, my old, and my most brainy and productive people to the potholes, craters and crevasses they travel on everyday.

I am in permanent mourning, please re-brand me.
My school has no teacher and my classroom has no roof.

I take lecture notes through the window and live with 15 others in a single room.

All my professors have gone abroad, and the rest are awaiting visas.

I am a university graduate, but I am illiterate.

I want a future, please re-brand me.
Malaria, typhoid and many other preventable diseases send me to hospitals which have no doctors, no medicines and no power.

So my wife gives birth with candle light and surgery is performed by quacks.

All the nurses have gone abroad and the rest are waiting to go also.

I have the highest maternal and infant mortality rates in the world and future generations are dying before me.

I am hopeless, hapless and helpless, please re-brand me.
*I wanted change so I stood all day long to cast my vote.

But even before I could vote, the results had been announced.

When I dared to speak out, silence was enthroned by bullets.

My rulers are my oppressors, and my policemen are my terrors.

I am ruled by men in mufti, but I am not a democracy.

I have no verve, no vote, no voice, please re-brand me.
I have 50 million youths with no jobs, no present and no future.

So my sons in the North have become street urchins and his brothers in the South have become militants.

My nephews die of thirst in the Sahara and his cousins drown in the waters of the Mediterranean.

My daughters walk the streets of Lagos, Abuja and Port Harcourt, while her sisters parade the streets of Rome and Amsterdam.

I am inconsolable, please re-brand me.
My people cannot sleep at night and cannot relax by day.

They cannot use ATM machines, nor use cheques.

My children sleep through staccato of AK 47s see through the mist of tear gas.

The leaders have looted everything on the ground and below.

They walk the land with haughty strides and fly the skies with private jets.

They have stolen the future of generations yet unborn and have money they cannot spend in several lifetimes, but their brothers die of hunger.

I want justice, please re-brand me.
*I can produce anything, but import everything.

So my toothpick is made in China; my toothpaste is made in South Africa; my salt is made in Ghana;

My butter is made in Ireland; my milk is made in Holland; my shoe is made in Italy;

My vegetable oil is made in Malaysia; my biscuit is made in Indonesia; my chocolate is made in Turkey and my table water made in France.

My taste is far-flung and foreign, please re-brand me.
*My people are cancerous from the greed of their friends who bleach palm oil with chemicals;

My children died because they drank ‘My Pikin’ with NAFDAC numbers;

My poor die because kerosene explodes in their faces;

My land is dead because all the trees have been cut down;

Flood kills my people yearly because the drainages are clogged;

My fishes are dead because the oil companies dump waste in my rivers;

My communities are vanishing into the huge yawns of gully erosion, and nothing is being done.

My livelihood is in jeopardy, and I am in the uttermost depths of despondence, please re-brand me.
I have genuine leather but choose to eat it.

So I spend a billion dollars to import fake leather.

I have four refineries, but prefer to import fuel, so I waste more billions to import petrol.

I have no security in my country, but would rather send troops to keep the peace in another man’s land.

I have 160 dams, but can not get water to drink, so I buy ‘pure’ water that roils my innards.

I have a million children waiting to enter universities, but my ivory dungeons can only take a tenth.

I have no power, but choose to flare gas, so my people have learnt to see in the dark and stare at the glare of naked flares.

I have no direction, please re-brand me.
My people pray to God every morning and every night,

But commit every crime known to man because re-branded identities will never alter the tunes of inbred rhythms.

Just as the drums of heritage heralds the frenzied jingles, remember –

The Nigerian soul can only be Nigerian –

Fighting free from the cold embrace of a government that has no spring, no sense, no shame.

So we watch the possessed, frenzied dance, drenched in silent tears as freedom is locked up in democracy’s empty cellars.

I need guidance, please re-brand me.
But then, why can I not simply be me, without being re-branded?

Or does my complexion cloud the color of my character?

Does my location limit the lengths my liberty?

Does the spirit of my conviction shackle my soul?

Does my mien maim the mine of my mind?

And is this life worth re-branding?

I am not yet born, please re-brand me.

 

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amoscp.