Anti-watermelon or Anti-American?

Disclaimer: This is just a story that happened to me but  I am just telling it now as a story teller.

I am immediately petrified when a total stranger walks up to me to advise me not to buy something I am used to eating. It is not like I want them to mind their businesses, but I just feel a little embarrassed. I feel convicted of not knowing how to take care of my body.

It happened this evening in the mall that as I picked up a watermelon, a middle age man starts speaking to me in Russian. I do not understand what he is saying but I hear words like hernia, medica… and the man points towards his groin. He is obviously advising me but I don't understand what he is saying. I ask him in Russian, ‘eta ploha’ (is this bad) and he spurts, ‘orchin ploha’ which means very bad. He shakes hands with me, tells me his name and walks away.

For a minute or two, I am just standing in the mall, petrified
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Maybe I am an inquisitive person, but at this time, I think it is more like worry. I feel my stomach churn as if the watermelon I ate in the morning is affecting me. Thoughts are running in my head:

Is it that chemicals which are not good for health are used to grow watermelon? I don’t think so because watermelon grows on the same soil every other plant I eat here grows on.

Is it that the seeds in watermelon can be trapped in the appendix like guava seeds are said to be? Even if that is the case, I spit out the watermelon seeds. 

I do not know who to ask my question so I have to rush home to ask Google. As I write this story, I am researching about watermelons and the only thing I can see is the old fable that says  'if you swallowed watermelon seeds, a tree will grow from your stomach!’

I am also wondering how bad the man may have felt after he saw me check out my watermelon in spite of his advice. Did he feel the same way I feel when I advise natives not to indulge in cigarettes and vodka?  The other day, a Professor in the Economics school had seen me drinking Coca cola in the bus one miserably hot afternoon. He started advising me about not taking Coca Cola saying it is an American indulgence that was bad for my health. He had recommended water and also beer! Did the man advising me in the store also think of watermelon as a bad American indulgence imported into Eastern Europe from the watermelon capital of the world in America?

Who knows? Perhaps those experiences could have been people showing geniune interests in my good health and nothing more? I don’t really know the answer but it is just that as a foreigner in a country where vodka and cigarettes are abused, your mind immediately sees it as an 'anti-foreign' sentiment when you are advised by natives against taking a bottle of Coca Cola -and even watermelons. It is a convenient thing for your mind to do. It is an easy way to rest your worry and console yourself because you can laugh at them for trying to remove the speck from your eye while leaving the log in theirs.

However, you can decide to keep an open mind, to tell your story and ask for information every where you can. So, does anyone know why watermelons may be bad for me, please tell me...

Kharkov to China by Chop-sticks!

In Kharkov, you do not need to buy tickets to travel the world to learn about cultures. The world is already in Kharkov. At any time, there are always very many foreign nationals in the city.

Now, because of the blood that purchased men for God from every tribe, language, people and nation, I am blessed to bond every Friday with people from different parts of the world. I had my own stereotypes before coming down here, but gradually, I am beginning to see how incomplete my stereotypes were.

The Friday before the last one, we saw an amazing movie together. The movie "Grace Card" is a wonderful story of forgiveness which I will have to tell another day.  Last Friday, we went to China. We had as a special guest a Chinese lady who hosted us to Chinese food.


I had the opportunity of fumbling with chop-sticks!

Before then, I never had the opportunity of having a lengthy conversation with a Chinese. I used to think that the Chinese mindset leaned towards ignoring the world and not caring much about anything around them. I now know that though the Chinese are rarely ever in festival mood compared to Africans, they know how to start a conversation and learn a lot about you in a short while. They are very intelligent. This has been my lot in recent times -learning how incomplete my stereotypes are as I interact with my brethren from different parts of the world. I have been blessed in many ways by interacting with them.

I haven't said anything about the food. I am not sure, it is a case of saving the best for the last.
Well, the Chinese know how to season their meat and they serve you much meat too (as you can see in the picture). The meat is not spicy compared to what most Africans prepare, but it is excellent in its own way. You actually want to eat the meat as the last thing on your plate. You also do not want to drink water after eating it. You want the taste to linger...to linger on your tongue.

They had their own sense of good tasting food too!

Whenever I enter into supermarkets these days to buy condiments, I am easily overwhelmed. I just have too many options to chose from -different things and also varieties of the same stuff differing maybe in colour, smell, hotness or what have you. Once, I had gone to the section of the supermarket where condiments were measured out and sold in weights. I had asked for forty grams of curry. The lady pointed to two different barrels containing things that both looked alike. Actually both of them were curry powder but one actually tasted hotter than the other, the lady later explained to me. I smirked because to me, curry powder was curry powder so I randomly made a choice.

Today, I made one of such trips to the supermarket to buy condiments for my meal tonight. While I cooked the meal, I remembered something that happened many years ago.

Many years ago, as a child I had eaten a delicious meal one evening. Perhaps, there was no power supply that night so I had lots of thoughts running through my head. One of those thoughts persisted. I was wondering about the miserable foods my great grand parents ate because there were obvioulsy no condiments like we have them now then.

I had asked myself, "how did they eat food that had no seasoning cubes added to them?" I pitied my great grand parents and the time they were born in.

This thought persisted until one day I had to ask my parents. My parents were amused and told me that  seasoning cubes actually became popular while they were growing up. They said even my grand parents had very rich natural foods as they had a lot of crustaceans, fishes, sea animals and the rest of such things in their food since they lived in the Delta area of Nigeria. My parents confirmed that their foods were tasty too as they hunted and used bush meat to prepare their meals.

I then began to envy my grand parents. I wished I could taste the kind of food my great grand parents ate, but how can I? The seas and the rivers in the Delta area of Nigeria have been contaminated by crude oil spills over the years. The things my great grand parents found accessible and affordable at that time are now scarce and expensive. So, my great grand parents actually needed no seasoning cubes in their food not to think of different tasting curry powders. Yet, they ate good tasting food.

No matter what any history book may have to tell me about the kind of "darkness" my forebears were in before they brought civilization to them, there is something they cannot tell me. They cannot tell me that they taught my forebears how to cook good tasting food. My forebears in addition to other things had their own sense of good tasting food too!

Learning a New Tongue: A first-hand Experience

"I need the Russian so it is not a case of not having the interest. I have access to a number of resources I can learn with and I live among a people that speak Russian predominantly so it is also not a case of not having enough opportunities to learn."


The art of learning to twist your tongue to say new things is something that is hard to master. Maybe I am considering this now because I am trying to learn Russian and it is not that easy. I need the Russian so it is not a case of not having the interest. I have access to a number of resources I can learn with and I live among a people that speak Russian predominantly so it is also not a case of not having enough opportunities to learn.


Days ago because of my deficiency in Russian, I had to find someone who speaks at least a little English to ask for directions about where I could print a document from a pen drive. From past experiences, I knew most people who speak English here belong to the younger generation. The younger generation sometimes feels that speaking English is cool and they are proud about being able to speak English when they can speak. Also, unlike the older generation, most of them also have an American accent when they speak.

So, I approached a devuska (damsel) who was waiting along the road. I greeted and asked, "do you speak English?". She replied sharply, "of course," in an American accent and I would add, in a way that suggested that my question was unnecessary. I felt sorry that I had started out by asking if she could speak English. So I proceeded to ask her where I could print. While she looked around trying to find any signpost for a computer cafe, I was still feeling sorry about my first question and I must have been thinking of apologizing to her. So she moves her eyes across the street and then focuses her attention on me. She starts out like this "I cannot see such a such."  Immediately, the bomb hit me -I immediately reserved my apologies and acted normal.

I know a little Russian to find my way around town with the underground train and I can also buy in the market. Maybe, I may just be like the devuska in the anecdote above who "of course" can speak English or maybe she is better than me because she might understand everything in English. I am really scared that the little Russian I think I know how to speak might sound like pidgin Russian to native speakers. There have been moments when I learn a new thing in Russian and then I excitedly look for an opportunity to try out my Russian. Sometimes my listeners give an encouraging smile. At other times, I have met listeners who patiently listen to me blab and then they will say to me "can you speak English or not?" I do not think it is always because they understand English well, but maybe it is just that my good English is easier for them to attempt understanding than my bad Russian.

Now, I have practically rambled all through and maybe arrived at nothing. Well, there is something I have been pondering on recently which I am trying to connect to.  For four years, I lived among the Igbos in a town called Nsukka in the South Eastern part of Nigeria. I had some good Ibo friends but I never learnt to make a proper "paragraph" in the Igbo language. I don't know the reason that was the case. Maybe, it was the need for dialectization of the language when one spoke to different people. I am not sure I know the answer, but whatever was the reason, what I do know now is that such must not happen again.

Why I want to speak English like the Queen

I dream of one day speaking English like the English do and Russian like the Russians do since I speak Ibibio like the Ibibios.

If we had a landline in my family home and you were to call to speak to me and my father happens to pick up, chances are that both of you for a while would be in a situation where you do not understand what one person wants from the other.


I know how it feels for a language to be bastardized just because someone wants to learn it. I had to learn to introduce myself using my middle name which in my culture is actually my own father’s name because I did not like the way my non-Ibibio friends unknowingly bastardized my name when they tried to pronounce it. For me “Nnn-ye-ke-aba-see” was quite baby talk. So I decided one day to start introducing myself by my father’s name. My family –immediate and extended do not know that I now answer my father’s name but I had to do that to give my non-Ibibio friends something to call me.
So I resolved that whatever language I learn in the world, I will always try to learn to speak such a language like the natives do.

Recently, there has been this debate  by some intelligent people, saying it is mental slavery when we try to speak English like the British. They even make fun of Nigerians who want to speak English like the British. They ask, "are there Britons that speak Nigerian languages like us?" It is not like I have any answer to the proponents of this debate, I have questions too for them...

I grew up among the Ibibios and I learnt to speak Ibibio like the natives. If I had grown up in the US and learnt Ibibio but spoke it with an American accent, would the Ibibio natives not correct every word I pronounced wrongly when I speak in town hall meetings? Would they not laugh at my pronunciation of their simple words?

Is it not arrogance that makes us to think that we can learn a man’s language and speak it the way we want? Don’t we know that when we are arrogant like that, we destroy the very spiritual tool with which a people relate with each other? Don’t we know that for the not-so strong languages, we make them go extinct? Don’t we know that we can destroy communities and histories when languages become extinct?

It is not as if to say that every one of us must suffer at twisting our tongues to sound like the natives of all the languages we speak. It is hard work I know and usually we don't like hardwork. Yet, we must learn to twist our tongues if we can. Even if we do not want to twist ours because it is hard work, we must not make fun of those who try to twist theirs because this matter should be a thing of ‘to each his own!’

For the preservation of communities and the art of languages, it is necessary that we speak languages like the natives do. But again I say, to each his own…

The Race for the Future We Want: Discipline as a Prerequisite

Life is a race. Most times, we know exactly what we want but the problem is always paying the price. We all face this problem -the difference is some conquer, some don't.

The Africans being very practical have a proverb that says "except the road leads nowhere, there will be hitches." The hitches in our personal journeys differ. Sometimes they may be distractions that come when we haven't gone anywhere yet and at other times it may be that laxity that develops as we make little successes along the way. In the latter case, we become unruly and defocus from the big picture.

So one must really, really be strong to succeed. Discipline is essential. Simply put, discipline is remembering where you are going. 

From burning that extra belly fat to becoming the best that we can ever be, one must not forget where he is going.

Our Teachers

Even before President Obama said the following in the state of the union address "We know a good teacher can increase the lifetime income of a classroom by over $250,000. A great teacher can offer an escape from poverty to the child who dreams beyond his circumstance", I had expressed similar thoughts on facebook. I had written, "Some of my friends are serving Nigeria. Some will be serving soon. A good number of them will be entrusted with a sacred responsibility. Yes, sacred. It is a sacred responsibility to teach another. Some of them will be happy doing it but some won't be... Have you ever thought about this?' I had continued, "When a teacher comes into the class and starts by saying ' Good Morning Students, I am glad to see you', the students become GLAD to learn."



Today (28th January, 2012 ), I am learning Medical Physics. We are learning an interesting new topic in higher mathematics. The other students are understanding the lesson easily, while for me it is difficult to grasp the basics. I draw the atttention of the teacher to my situation and I ask questions. She answers. We are given a test to write at the end of the class. I end up being the first person to hand in the paper.

The following conversation ensues as I hand in my paper

Me: Spasiva za urok (I say in russian, 'thank you for the lesson')

Teacher: Thank you too.

I squirmed and I asked the teacher. Why would you thank me? She was silent for a while (probably as she formed words from her thoughts).

She said to me, "YOU TRIED HARD TO UNDERSTAND THE LESSON"

I literarily sqiurmed in 'humiliation' by her humility. My teacher was thanking me for learning? How can that be?

For me, it was a 'Nyikke Ekott Happy Moment.' 

The Glorious Return

Some good things happened to me at Nsukka. Recently my campus fellowship then had a re-union. I could not attend but I sent my greetings.

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Bringing your sons from afar, with their silver and gold, to the honor of the Lord your God! (Isaiah 60)

The time spent in the university represents a critical period of one’s development. A lot of things can happen to a person -good or bad.

For me, Methodist Campus Fellowship was one of the good things that happened to me at Nsukka. I was blessed and I am still blessed in many ways by the fellowship. Ours was relatively a small congregation in terms of number but the blessings were abundant such that it is hard for me to explain or describe here. I know you all know what I am talking about here because you are or you were once there. There is just this polish that fellowshipping gives to your life within and outside the university.

The current generation of MCFites anticipated this reunion. The reasons are many. They recognize the contributions of previous generations to the glorious family they have today. Another reason is that they are sure that they want to build according to pattern. It is a way of the past connecting with the present to make sure that the future is shaped in a way the mandate states. They also want to be accountable. This should give every alumnus a sense of responsibility. The responsibility is that the younger generation looks up to you as mentors and believes that even though you graduated and moved on to other things, that you are still standing by the grace of God. That calls for serious introspection.

The needs of students vary. Their potentials do too. They have a lot of creative energy, passion and visions. From time to time, they need to sit down with those who applied their hearts to the teachings of Jesus Christ while in their shoes. They need to cross fertilize their ideas, visions and talents with the experiences and wisdom of the older generation. They want to share their testimonies, and they want to be inspired by yours.

There are many openings for involvement in this critical phase of their lives. Opportunities for working together in spreading the name and fame of Jesus Christ abound. Most times, because of the busy nature of our lives, it is common to think of only involving ourselves financially. It is not safe to say that financial support is not necessary. Of course one must not forget that they are students and their accesses to financial resources are limited. So,one must give as one is led. From time to time, funds and superb organizing are needed to engage in meaningful projects for great impacts. However, we must not make the mistake of limiting everything to money. We must develop a sense of ownership for the fellowship. We must invest time in the lives of the younger generation. That is why you needed to travel all those miles to Nsukka.

As university students, a lot of things will be grappling for attention. I don’t mean negative things. I mean positive things. Yes, they may be under the graces of parents and relatives and sometimes scholarships for their fees and sustenance. However, do not forget that they are thinking about how to get good jobs when they graduate. They are thinking of having happy family lives. They want a beautiful future. They want divine intents and purposes to be fulfilled in their lives. Those are noble dreams. The reports they receive about the difficulties outside are grossly exaggerated. They ask themselves daily, will dreams linger? So they want to believe your own report. They want to be successful even as they serve Jesus Christ exclusively.

Apart from the interactions, sharing of hearts, networks that will be built, new friendships that will be made, worship experiences and great sermons that will be part of this reunion, sometimes the younger generation will just want to sit there and stare into your eyes and say to themselves, if they made it, I too can. So you have to be the mentor you wish you had.

One may be tempted to make this argument: I have just graduated, I am serving, I am still looking for a job, and then why did I have to save the little money I had to attend? The reason is simple. Sometimes, in life we go through the struggles first before we get the victories. In MCF, we do not just share success stories, we share our ‘struggle-stories’ too. The good thing is that no one’s story is more important. Everyone’s story encourages. We recognize that the struggles are for a while. So we tell each other about God’s hand in all our endeavors and his graces which are sufficient in all our struggles.

I am thankful for the joy that God has given to the present generation to do exploit in his vineyard. They have used time and energy to organize a great reunion. You have also travelled many miles to attend. Everyone will be very tired and weak after the reunion but we all will be refreshed in ways we cannot explain. You will be blessed because you attended. Nothing can be more rewarding than gathering together to share the joy of the Lord. The reunion will be glorious and I wish you all a great time on those soft green hills of Nsukka. Felicitations!

Do animals betray each other for a bottle of gin?

I am seeing the movie Amazing Grace by Amata for the first time. I am very touched because I understand the language the natives speak in the movie. I understand the emotions in their cries which subtitles cannot convey because I come from around that area of the Delta part of Nigeria.
I am thinking to myself and saying "a lot of cruel things have been done by humanity to humanity."
I feel like crying. I want to see those who brought this kind of torture upon a people as inhuman but then I remember that I am human too. 

Opportunities and Distractions: The Race for the Future We Want

"I write to you, young men, because you are strong, and the word of God abides in you, and you have overcome the evil one." ~ 1 John 2 vs 13 

For one to go anywhere, he must know where he is going. Along the journey, he must not forget where he is going (very important) and he must also avoid the pitfalls that ensured that some that went before him did not arrive at their destination. 

As young people, we know exactly the kind of future we want for ourselves. Usually, it is something far much better than our past and our present put together. It is something beautifully crafted which would seem impossible considering where we are on the ladder currently. Yet we have one thing -hope and and another -the power to dream. God gives us opportunities everyday to chase our dreams and pay the price we need to pay to build the future we want. The energy we have is used in a productive way when we channel it into that noble cause of paying the price. 

Our destinies are not private. We are blessed by God to be blessings to others. So whether we arrive at our destination is not just a private matter, but something that has to do with the lives of others too.

However, the energy we have is the most destructive thing there is when we use it to experiment with distractions. We know the distractions we face as young people. Spending space to enumerate them here will be akin to taking ice to Eskimos. Yes, Satan seems to always send enough of the distractions our way.

Now, it is very depressing when we fall for the distractions. First of all, we find out that the fulfilment we expected does not come. It is not there.The truth is many cravings are overrated in the time of temptation and that is why we rush to satisfy them, but sin can never satisfy anyone. However very soon after regretting, we want to experiment with distractions again. We fall again for the same cravings. Afterall, every other person apart from us thinks these things are normal. That means we have incredible access to experiment with our cravings. Also, the cravings are sometimes very affordable so money is not the problem. We keep on trying to satisfy desires that we can never truly satisfy

The truth of the matter is that as we in our conscious naiivety go after the distractions, we continue to run in circles and though we are blessed by God in many ways, we lose opportunities to move ahead and bless others. This affects our lives greatly and the lives of those around us.

So why do we consciously run in circles? It is because we battle against principalities and powers in high places.

Nevertheless, though we have these powerful desires, we must overcome else our dreams might never be fulfilled. We have to cast down every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God and bring into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ. If we do not do this who will we blame when we fail? 

We have been blessed by God in many ways and we should celebrate him with our lives not everyday but every moment that ticks. Youth should not be a time for madness else our dreams and those of others around us will continue to linger.

Is free indeed

Whom the Lord sets free is free indeed. Not free by quater, not free by half but free indeed.
Thank you Jesus for freedom.

Typos of a touch typist

"Not everything should be taken too seriously... nothing should be taken so lightly"

Most blogs are written by touch typists but it takes more than touch typing to write a blog.
Can I do this?