Sustainobles

I love Teaching.  Teaching is one of the absolute loves of my life.  When I got the opportunity to volunteer to teach during the summer with the sustainobles initiative, I grabbed it tight with both hands.  So far, I have enjoyed this experience; from the "Do you understand" and "Yes Aunty", to finding out that some understand and some don't.  From being able to point out the students that are not even following at all in class while they try to make it seem like they are, to learning what teaching/learning styles work for them. It's been a great experience and I would do it time and again.  Teaching students and enjoying every aspect of it, is one of my joys in life. I love teaching and I am a proud Educator. Cheers!

Sustainobles Football club: My first time being a Coach. I received a call from oyiga Micheal on twitter looking for a coach for his boys of about 46 people.  These boys were children living on the streets who are exposed to the streets lifestyle. However in a bid to get these kids away from that life, he formed this team to be keeping them busy on the weekends. He called for an extra hand and I decided to Volunteer. Got there at about 12 mins late and the entire team is already on the field waiting on instructions and match reports.                             We did a little bit of warm up all round the field, push ups, target practice and skills training.  You could see the hunger in the kids eyes. They were too raw and the power on their feet is remarkable. We taught them the importance of team work and why you don’t need any ones validation before doing what you love. Immediately after training. We had ...

  MORIT  EXPERIENCE   Standing under  Oshodi Bridge  waiting like a groom whose wife is being brought to him is the perfect depiction of my situation that Monday morning. Till tomorrow neither Tise nor myself accepts that we caused the mix up in the description of routes. After waiting for over an hour (she ’ d claim it was 27mins,  but  believe  me I’ m the author of this piece)  she showed up in her royal majesty and the journey to Oyigas’ station began.   As a L agosian,  you must ha ve found yourself at the mercy of  Lagos  conductors especially when you don’t know where you ’ re going. Every minute ,  you have to remind the driver of the bus stop you would  alight .  Same thing happened this day. “D river ….  w a oo   oo, we don’t know there ooo”, was our anthem for every bus  s top we got to. After consistent nods of acknowledgement  amidst  smirking glances from fellow passeng...