‘Mallam how much is that chocomilo?’
‘One, #5.00’ he retorted, chewing his
bitter cola as if the world depends on it.
He gave his son #20.00.
‘How many sweets will you get with
#20.00?’
Daddy breezed up to the toll gate,
handed the attendant #500.00. Swiftly the attendant dropped #350.00 into his
palms and he zoomed off. He off handedly gave the change to his son.
‘I gave the attendant #500.00 and he
handed me back #350.00. How much did he take?’ Daddy was already zooming out.
I
am not mincing words…shooting as straight as the arrow can fly. You have the
right to hate mathematics. I do hate it too. At least we have something in
common. Truth be told, I never knew how the hatred started. I would rather say,
I saw myself hating mathematics. I grew up with it. Thanks to philosophy at the
tertiary institution, I had little or nothing to do with it; avoided it the way
lepers were treated according to the Mosaic Law.
You
wouldn’t believe me if I tell you that I am a teacher. Well, you may already
know that. What if I tell you that I teach that same mathematics with fervor
and devotion today…not in the class though? If you know the story of
Saul/Paul…the conversion on his way to Damascus, you know exactly what my
relationship with mathematics has been. So what happened to me?
Believe
me; what happened to me can happen to your child, to your friend and whoever is
under the affliction of this enfant terrible. Don’t argue with a doctor, he has the inside information one of my
rector’s favorite adages. Trust me on this.
Hei!
Don’t get it twisted…your son/daughter wouldn’t be hitting the ceiling overnight.
I’m referring to the unique insight into mathematics. But I think something can
be done about it. I think mathematics shouldn’t be left to the classroom alone.
I see it as a language which should be spoken by both parents and children
fluently. I see the parents as the mathematical light bearers who would ignite
the spark in their children’s mind. How?
Remember your child was with you from
cradle before school came around. School mustn’t be can’t do the business
alone. Believe me, it takes a parent and a teacher to raise a child.
For
starters, mathematics can be experiential. It can be lived; it can make up our
child’s experience. Let me shock you if you wouldn’t mind…so long as you
wouldn’t dial 911 faster than MTN Who Wants To Be a Millionaire fastest finger
participants. Our children don’t know mathematics not because their brains are
blocked or because there is an anti-mathematics blood in their vein, they just
haven’t been living, breathing, and speaking mathematics.
Secondly,
they are bombarded with mathematical concepts all the time but no one helps
them make the connection. If we care to lend them a hand, Chike Obi and Albert
Einstein may actually green with envy from their respective graves.
Now
before I clear these facts up, just bear it at the back of your mind that this
is my personal opinion and criticism is allowed with all pleasure.
Back
to the business at hand. When was the last time your child peeled orange? When
was the last time he/she accompanied you to the mall, market, bank or even sat
with you in a public transport vehicle? Why wouldn’t allow your child pick up
the tabs after buying those ice creams, shawarma, popcorn at the amusement
park? You think they aren’t smart enough? But you just missed the opportunity
to teach them fraction, cost price/selling price, simple interest, basic
concepts of words problem and a lot more.
I
know you will wring my head off if you hear this. Our children attitudes toward
mathematics stems from the fact that we aren’t interested in it from the world
go. Or we were never able to speak maths to their eager-to-grab-mind.
Should
I give you my solution? You will read it up anyway. Just start talking
mathematics. Allow them pay for that ice cream next time. Let them go buy that
sweet or chewing gum from the Mallam’s shop and furnish you with the exact
change. Perchance you are on a bus; give him/her the money to pay. Jokingly ask
him/her how much the change is. Try eliciting from them the answers – I mean
ask thought provoking questions that would lead them to the answers. My master
Socrates of blessed memory in the company of the heavenly hosts will toast to
your parental skills.
Still
thinking about mathematics, you and I…
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