Good morning great people of Hive. It's a beautiful day, and we all ought to be glad. You're all welcome to my blog.
This morning; I want to share my yesterday's experience with you on what I title being good at what you're doing.
Yesterday; was a very good day because I went to school. But before I went to school, I went to my pastor's house to do my DIY as usual.
So immediately I got there, I picked a table and placed my cardboard paper on it with other materials. Then, I started the handicrafts.
I did that for a long period of time, so immediately it was time for my lectures, I had to drop it and go for my lectures. I told my pastor I had a class and that once I was done with the class, I would return and finish my work.
He granted my request so I left. When I arrived at school, our lecturer wasn't in class. So I and my colleagues had to wait for him till he arrived.
So when our lecturer finally arrived, I was so excited. He started his lecture; with immediate effect. He was teaching us the course Literary Criticism. The topic was the theories of Literary Criticism.
It was an interesting class, and I ended it. He didn't stay for a long period, he concluded his lecture after some hours.
Immediately after the class, I took my bag; and I started going. I went back to church to complete my DIY.
When I arrived there, I went upstairs to say hi to my pastor. So when I finally entered the living room, I saw him, one of our pastors in another branch, and then my choir member.
They were all sitting, and I was the only one standing. So I took a plastic chair, and I sat on it. So there was a certain sentence he made in my dialect, and he asked me to give an English interpretation of what he said.
Honestly, this happens to be one of the sentences that people have been longing to give an English interpretation to, but they couldn't.
So I told him I couldn't interpret it. Then he said to me, who are you? And I responded that I was a linguist. He told me that as a linguist, I should be able to interpret my dialect very well.
He asked me a question I would never forget. He said to me, supposed a foreigner came to my state for the first time. And I happen to be the only linguist in that place.
And the people who were there knew very well that I'm a linguist. They have the same mindset that I'm capable of acting as an interpreter just to make sure the foreigner gets a better knowledge of what was said.
But surprisingly, when I was called to do the interpretation, they discovered that I have nothing to offer.
He asked me how I would feel at that moment. And I told him I would be ashamed of myself for not being able to defend myself and my discipline.
He and his friend told me to be good at whatever I'm doing. They said money is not a problem, but how I, as a human being, can use the knowledge I've acquired to solve people's problems is my greatest achievement.
He took his time to counsel me. He also told me he was not trying to make me feel embarrassed and that what he was doing was very good. As a three-hundred-level student in college, I should know what I want.
He told me that if, at this level, I don't discover who I am and the kind of work I would do as a linguist after schooling, it would be a pity.
Honestly, I didn't pick an offense because I wanted them to tell me what I needed to know so that I would start thinking straight because it seemed I was thinking backward.
So after that, he asked me other questions. And one of the questions was who a feminist is. I knew it but it escaped my memory. I wasn't able to tell him, who a feminist was.
I felt like disappearing, but I couldn't. So he asked me to Google it, and I did. He asked me to read it aloud and I did.
He went further and asked me to mention five outstanding women in Nigeria, who are prominent because of their various achievements.
I was able to mention only one. He told me I was lagging academically, especially in the area of reading. He told me I should have a good knowledge about what is going on in my country, as well as another discipline.
Everything he told me yesterday, will still live in me. Those things he said to me, were not bad. They were good. Do you know why I can't forget who a feminist is if I'm asked by another person?
That's because I'm always glad to hear people tell me who I should be, and what I should do to be who God destined me to be.
It was a profitable discussion. I was glad I didn't pick an offense. He has planted a seed in me, and I must water it till it's germinated for other people to see.
I want to say thank you to him for always showing me my wrongs and also for always caring about my future. God bless you.
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