As the light deems for a close in my 3 months study tour of Okinawa International centre,as I remember I have just 24 hours to leave,I am being saturated by an admixture of all sorts of feelings.
Firstly, how do I touch of nature. What word do I leave behind for my wonderful instructors at MTE who, in their act of devotion and service, have imparted in me great skills that will surely change my life in my country?.
How do I tell the restaurant staff that I am going-their friend.To who will they reserve big fish for?Who will thank them profusely for meals well cooked? I am going to miss them, though none English speaking, still fine ways to ascertain from me if I loved their menu. I will miss their acts of gracefulness, their patience with participants during rush hours.I will miss their devotion,their cherrfulness in the midst of pressure. Above all, I will miss their love and affections.
To the front desk officers, what should I say?A desk that ensures that all my calls are passed to me. A team who can precisely say where I am at any given point.If I am beyond reach , a kind and polite feedback is given to my callers. I will thank them at my last seconds in OIC.
Back to instructors. Dr. Tokomura,I owe you an everlasting gratitude for all that you encouraged me to do for myself. You were always there for me.At times, you spent part of your break time to ensure that I was not left behind in any lectures.Where it became difficult for me follow , you showed the teacher in you by exercising remarkable patience until I got it right. I will miss you. But rest assured that I will keep in touch.I definitely will.
To Nanasan,excitement to assist me whenever I found myself in distress is fresh in my memory. I will not easily forget the pains you suffered for us during our Observation tour of the mainland and how you ensured that though I had no camera to take down images on my own ,you ensured that all photos are made available to me. You even made available to me your son's photo to enable me enter into a competition. Thank you very much Nanasan.
Yes my big friend Uramotosan, I want say a big thank you. Not only that you always honoured my requests at very critical moments of my training, you also took me through to the process of ensuring that my action plan is fruitfully pursued to a conclusive end. Please accept my fervent and heart felt gratitude. I will keep in touch. Thank you.
The master of authoring - Nishisan, Your course was my most difficult but with your dedication, I am going back to my Country with adequate knowledge of the basics of authoring.
Beside, photography is one profession every one thinks he understands. But after your coaching I came to the realisation that I knew nothing.With your input, rest assured that I am now a professional photographer.Great thanks too.
To our calm and soft speaking Course leader Kiyunasan , I will recall forever, your kind interventions during the final lapse of my final project. You assisted me and directed me on how I should make it better. It worked and now when I look at my final production, I heave a sigh of relief and enjoy a sense of utmost satisfaction.I am grateful also.
The former clinic coordinator and now the MTEC coordinator,Tamanahasan, you treated me as if I am your brother. You expressed genuine concern over my eyes problem and their poor response to various treatments.I will surely get better in Nigeria. At worst, I will undergo surgery in my country. Thank you too and God bless you for all your care and concern.
To my local church in -Yomitan international church, I pray and believe that your prophesies on me will come to pass and that God will continue to prosper and favour every member of the local assembly.
To this great and beautiful country of Japan, I say thank you for the opportunity to view you and learn much about your development.
However, I must go back home to see and look after my wife-Goodness, my son-Hansell; my beautiful daughter- Ozora who will be I met her alive.
To my Creator who promoted me to this Course, recieve all the Glory.
Greyne Anosike
Nigeria.
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Thursday, August 16, 2007
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Greyne at museum of enthnology-Osaka
I was at the Museum of ethnology in Osaka and had the privilege of presenting gift and speech in appreciation of the Museum hospitality.
Friday, August 03, 2007
IRAQ!!!CONGRATULATIONS!
A major global event took place last week and it does appear some world citizens either did not recognise the import of that episodic development or did not understand it. I mean the finals of 2007 Asian Cup hosted by Indonesia.
From the rubbles of suicide bombings, the adhoc existence of every iraqi, from unfathomable siege by all neighbours,from lack of all imaginable freedoms,tremblings from every day sounds, very uncertain what the next second will bring, this beleaguered East Asian foresaken country called IRAQ surprised all bookmakers and even surprised themselves , ignored all natural and imposed odds and won the Asisn cup for the first time..
The surprise does not lie in the victory alone but also in who the Iraiqs defeated- A stinkingly
wealthy and intimidating Saudi Arabia.From the precinths of rubbles of war, from the charred remains of hundreds of vehicles mangled by bombs from among the citizens, the total absence of infrastructure,Iraq surprised the world and by so doing , confounded her enemies.
That victory put on the faces of anguished ,harrassed and fear gripped Iraqi people smiles ,joy and happiness for the first time in the last 20 years and played trick on their faces.
As I watched the Iraqis pour to the streets, sunnis and the sheias forgetting their fundamentalist religious differences and hug one another in unbelief of the victory, as even the american soldiers danced around in their midsts,facilitated their movements , even provided them their camps where some of them the match and savoured their moment be joyous in their national period of success.
As thousands streamed to the street, I could see among them the murderers, carrying the world's most hated national, flag jumping around like kids, men ,women, boys , girls ,children young and old forgot their differences, I remained fixated and perplexed at how soccer had played trick on them and how possible it is to use soccer as an elixir to heal wounds of ethnic hatred.
For all lovers of peace and good neighbourliness, my advice is that God Almighty will use this victory to restore hope and faith in his people of Iraq. May God do so to them in Jesus name, and bring them peace, love and understanding to see themselves as one nation under one God.
I pray in Jesus name.
A major global event took place last week and it does appear some world citizens either did not recognise the import of that episodic development or did not understand it. I mean the finals of 2007 Asian Cup hosted by Indonesia.
From the rubbles of suicide bombings, the adhoc existence of every iraqi, from unfathomable siege by all neighbours,from lack of all imaginable freedoms,tremblings from every day sounds, very uncertain what the next second will bring, this beleaguered East Asian foresaken country called IRAQ surprised all bookmakers and even surprised themselves , ignored all natural and imposed odds and won the Asisn cup for the first time..
The surprise does not lie in the victory alone but also in who the Iraiqs defeated- A stinkingly
wealthy and intimidating Saudi Arabia.From the precinths of rubbles of war, from the charred remains of hundreds of vehicles mangled by bombs from among the citizens, the total absence of infrastructure,Iraq surprised the world and by so doing , confounded her enemies.
That victory put on the faces of anguished ,harrassed and fear gripped Iraqi people smiles ,joy and happiness for the first time in the last 20 years and played trick on their faces.
As I watched the Iraqis pour to the streets, sunnis and the sheias forgetting their fundamentalist religious differences and hug one another in unbelief of the victory, as even the american soldiers danced around in their midsts,facilitated their movements , even provided them their camps where some of them the match and savoured their moment be joyous in their national period of success.
As thousands streamed to the street, I could see among them the murderers, carrying the world's most hated national, flag jumping around like kids, men ,women, boys , girls ,children young and old forgot their differences, I remained fixated and perplexed at how soccer had played trick on them and how possible it is to use soccer as an elixir to heal wounds of ethnic hatred.
For all lovers of peace and good neighbourliness, my advice is that God Almighty will use this victory to restore hope and faith in his people of Iraq. May God do so to them in Jesus name, and bring them peace, love and understanding to see themselves as one nation under one God.
I pray in Jesus name.
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