Maazi Ogbonnaya Okoro II

Maazi Ogbonnaya Okoro II University Doctoral Fellow, English
M.A. Folklore and Public Culture
B.A.
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Linguistics and Igbo Studies

Award-winning author and writer of First Physics Textbook in African (Igbo) Language.

09/11/2026

Do you know that StarTimes is owned by Chinese? DSTV brought by South Africa. The only thing Bongo have is NTA.

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09/11/2026

There were these two Igbo men in America: my very good friends I was cordial with. They used to encourage me with words of advice anytime I posted in the past, my rejection emails.

"Don't worry. Try again. Keep trying. Don't give up. Ọ ga-adịcha mma," they would say. "Can you try this country? Try Europe? Try Asia? Try Canada.”

I never shared those rejection emails to curry pity. I hate pity-party. I shared them to encourage others who probably might be facing similar situation. I posted them also as my blueprint so that tomorrow, everyone could see the process I had followed. I posted them to encourage myself too that there's no giving up.

I knew what I wanted. My intention was never for Japa syndrome. I still didn't Japa; I traveled for studies.

It took me 8 years to get what I wanted because I knew what I wanted from the beginning. But within that 8 years, I swam in the ocean of personal development, education , skills, and gain knowledge and experience that have no seat in any educational building. I mean, the kind of personal development I gave myself within those years, they don't teach it in any classroom in the world. Only experience and practice could.

Eventually, these good men who loved my progress stopped talking to me.

Why?

Because I came to America.

I sent them email. Messages. No response. Not to beg them for money. But just to inform them their prayers had been answered.😂

Are they not the same people claiming they were encouraging and praying for me to further my education n'obodo oyibo? The same people who often asked me: "Maazị what are you still doing in Naija?"

I didn't message them to beg for their assistance. But I truly felt they were encouraging me from the depth of their heart.

So, it was actually mockery and not encouragement. Because I don't understand.

I have encountered others like that—many— but these two particular men hit differently because they are already in a certain position in their career where I don't even think we have anything we are competitive for. I mean, you already have your Ph.Ds and I came in as a master's student. You are bigger than me. I agree.

Is it a case of: why should you come here? I don't understand and still don't.

I don't beg for friendship or connection. God forbid. I am enough for me.

But this made me think many unthinkable things about humans and human complexity.

You might think someone is rooting for you. No. They are not. Get that thing first, they switch on you. Maybe Nicodemusly crawl out later as one did after two years, and was like: "I heard you are here."

You heard? After 2 years?

How am I supposed to reply that?

I was scrolling through past email correspondence with these two Igbo men and I can't but shake my head.

That your paddy paddy abroad will stop talking to you the moment you travel to the same country with them. Ị bịaziri ịma aka ebe ha ji kara gị?

It could be the relationship is borne out of someone feeling superior over you based on geography. What else ka a ga-eji eko? There's no need.

Expect this in advance so that you don't feel disappointed. Don't have over-expectation of people. This is why I encourage self-awareness. Be in control and in- charge of your life and don't entrust it on anyone.

Only a few are different. When you see good people who are always for you, hold them tight — don't hurt or fail them.

Dey for who dey for you. Others should chịrị akwa ha ebe ha sara ahụ.

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09/11/2026

It's 2:51 AM in Pacific Time. I can't sleep. Sleep has distanced itself from my eyes.

Why?

Because I'm worried. Deep in thought. Sad. Frustrated. Angry. Depressed.

Reason?

I can't find her. Nobody could find her. Nobody could say who she's. How does she look? Is she beautiful? Is she ugly? Does she have right proportional body? O bu ya? O nwere ya?

Does she have well orchestrated Manchester or well curved Barca? Is the Barca well-rounded, shooting backward, upward, downward, or as flat as slippers? How about the Manchester? Big, or small? Up or down? Ọ kwụ ọtọ, ka ọ dara afọ?

Why will I sleep when I don't have the answer. Tell me why I should sleep. Convince me. No bribe could make me sleep. You must answer me. You must satisfy my curiosity.

And I ask for the umpteenth time:

Who is Nuella?

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Presenting my research on mushroom and environmental tradition, at Western States Folklore Society’s conference— drawing...
09/10/2026

Presenting my research on mushroom and environmental tradition, at Western States Folklore Society’s conference— drawing a comparative study between the Igbo in Nigeria and Settlers of Pacific Northwest, United States of America.

Researching and talking about rare ideas are my passion. I get my raw data anywhere, even on facebook. Ethnographic research could be traditional or digital.

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09/10/2026

I have met some brilliant international students who wouldn't say a word in the class or any academic environment. Not because they didn't want to say anything or contribute but because of internal battle with self.

The truth is, for one to get admission into any university in the U.S as an international student, the person must be brilliant.

But, one thing is to be brilliant, another thing is to be expressive and shine that brilliance without self-restrain.

Thinking someone will laugh at you, mock you, or cajole you when you speak, is in your head. The truth is: nobody truly cares. It's even when you speak differently you become more interesting.

Some confided in me that the problem is that they could not speak like Americans. They feel their English isn't well-polished. They don't have American accent.

"But I can hear you clearly and understand your communication, completely. In fact, you speak so well," I would say. "If Americans are to speak your language, they will speak with their accent too. Having an accent isn't a problem. That's your identity. But ability to communicate clearly is where one should focus on."

I have assisted some international students I encountered with this problem, to regain their pride and express themselves.

These people speak very well and communicate well in English, but self-doubt.

Listen, you don't have to twist your tongue to sound like anybody. Speak clearly. Pronounce words correctly.

Accent has nothing to do with brilliance and intelligence. Accent isn't a bad thing. Everyone has an accent.

I have toured the North, South and Midwest of the U.S and discovered variations in accents. There are different accents in French speaking countries. Similarly, in the UK, there are various accents. Irish, Scottish, and English (England) have their accents and variations in tongue. Outsiders may not notice, but insiders know. Those who are aware know too.

From interaction with multicultural and multilingual people, I can deduce which country one comes from based on how they speak. That's accentual identity.

From my experience as a linguist, folklorist, and literary scholar—someone who is assertive or rather confident in his craft — the world takes you more serious when you don't force yourself to fit into a tongue or identity meant for another person.

Your tongue opens door of interaction and communication. "Where are you from?"

Then you say. They want to learn more about your place and your culture. But how would anyone learn anything about you when you aren't even proud of yourself and identity?

Kids can develop accents or various accents based on languages they are exposed to at certain early stage of their lives. The language acquisition devices according to Noam Chomsky, an American linguist and theorist, help a child within certain age to develop and speak languages with accents they are exposed to. But as an adult, a naghị amụta aka ekpe na nka.

Like I told one international student, if people could have the trouble in pronouncing Ogbonnaya, why then should I be bothered when I don't share the same tongue, but still pronounce what they could hear and understand clearly?

After I gingered her, she became excited and took up a position to teach — something she was scared of doing before because she thought American students wouldn't understand her. Eventually, the students loved her teaching because she's bringing in various experiences new to them. She too, began to enjoy classroom interaction.

Of course, you can't come in contact with me and have a self-doubt. I wouldn't allow you succeed: doubting yourself when you should be proud of yourself.

The problem most people have isn't because they cannot do it, or have what it takes to do it, but they have this self-doubt about their ability to do it. The feeling of not good enough is dangerous. It keeps you stagnant and make you lose your pride. You start thinking others are more deserving. It creates inferiority complex and retrogression.

Don't do it. Never allow yourself to be a stumbling block to yourself.

Go out there. Express yourself. Bring to the table, your uniqueness — that's what the world cherishes. Everyone knows you are fake when you fake accents. You sound so horrible, and they would just be like: this mumu want force emself.

Speak, everyone will hear you. Just know what you are saying and be convinced about it. When you have something to present on the table, everyone pays attention.

Isn't that why our ancestors had a saying that when an elder holds a kola nut and clears his throat, the spirits listen attentively?

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09/10/2026

Presenting my research before professors and students and other members of scholarly community.

I used salt as both material culture and metaphor of survival during wars and means of power resistance and contestation.

I approach my research with storytelling techniques and apply other theoretical frameworks like hermeneutic phenomenology.

I try to think with originality, weave with creativity, and critical thinking.

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A teacher, researcher, writer, and an actor. Presenting with creative performances. Sharing what you love is another for...
09/10/2026

A teacher, researcher, writer, and an actor. Presenting with creative performances. Sharing what you love is another form of fulfillment.

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09/09/2026

"I would have voted Obi. But because of attitudes of Obidient, I will not."
MUGU!
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I just saw that my name is mentioned in The Cincinnati Review, USA among Nigerian language writers whose works now give ...
09/09/2026

I just saw that my name is mentioned in The Cincinnati Review, USA among Nigerian language writers whose works now give voice to African literature and languages, even while in the U.S.

Things like this matter a lot to us, creatives.

If you like, hide your skills and call it humility. Don't shout. Your work will die with you.

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I saw this plate of food on Nsikak Effiong wall. To be frank, although my name isn't Frank, I stepped out of my house, t...
09/09/2026

I saw this plate of food on Nsikak Effiong wall. To be frank, although my name isn't Frank, I stepped out of my house, to visit Nwaanyị Ọka, Madam Gold at Tipper Garage Junction, Dutse Alhaji, Abuja— to prepare me fresh vegetable soup— I didn't see my usual ọkada to climb; that's when I realized I was in Yankee.

Spinach is never ụgụ. Ụgụ here are frozen. Not fresh. Not greenish from the farm.

It's high time I start reporting y'all who post this kind of food to Amadịọha for judgement.

Ụnụ meere mmadụ ebere. Pity person small abeg abeg. Na breeze want carry me dey go where I no know for here.

Since Nsikak punished me with this food by posting it on her all, I will also punish all of you with it. I cannot be the only one salivating. Misery loves company.

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