When I was in
Primary two, my grandmum came visiting. One day, she told me to come read her
Bible for her, I opened it and my eyes flew to her face.
It was not an
English Bible but Igbo. In my head I was like; “Does she know what she is
signing up for?”
It felt like I was seeing Chinese. I started
with the first sentence; we went about it slowly. I spent more than half the
time asking questions and not reading. Lol! I had to know the meaning of the words.
She signed up for it, every day. She would get tired often and admonish me to
read and not ask questions. Lol. We continued this reading for months.
I remember seeing Odum in the Bible.