
Sometimes, I don’t even realize the impact I’m making.
To me, it feels like just another class.. Logging in, greeting my students, repeating tones, correcting pronunciations, laughing over mistakes and celebrating small wins. For six years , I’ve been teaching Ìgbò remotely, moving from screen to screen, face to face, voice to voice. I never counted how many lives it reached. I'm simply doing what I love.
Then the feedbacks started coming.
A student tells me, “I spoke Ìgbò confidently for the first time with my parents.”
Another says, “You’ve reconnected me to a part of myself I thought I had lost.”
Someone else reminds me, “Because of you, my children now greet their grandparents in Ìgbò.” One said, "I no longer feel awkward around my inlaws".
Even people around me say, “You don’t know how much you’re doing.”
That’s when it sinks in.
What I thought was just teaching is actually preserving identity, rebuilding confidence, restoring pride, and passing culture across generations. And the beautiful thing? I’m not tired, not even a little. After six years, the joy is still fresh. Every lesson gives me satisfaction. Every progress report fills my heart. Every student’s excitement becomes my own.
Teaching Asụsụ Ìgbò doesn’t drain me, it energizes me. It reminds me why I started and why I’ll keep going.
Sometimes, purpose doesn’t shout. It whispers through feedback, through gratitude and changed lives.
Ọkụ Chi m gụnyere m n'aka agaghị anyụ.
Asụsụ Igbo ga-adị!!
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