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.