In each of the following sentences, there is one underlined word and one gap. From the list of words lettered A to D, choose the one that is most nearly opposite in meaning to the underlined word and that will, at the same time, correctly fill the gap in the sentence.
The boy may be culpable but his brother is surely ______.
- A. innocent
- B. ignorant
- C. accountable
- D. honest
In each of the following sentences, there is one underlined word and one gap. From the list of words lettered A to D, choose the one that is most nearly opposite in meaning to the underlined word and that will, at the same time, correctly fill the gap in the sentence.
Abdul’s contribution at the meeting was seen by many as invaluable but the chairman said it was _________
- A. insincere
- B. useless
- C. impossible
- D. preposterous
Read the following passage carefully and answer the question on it.
For all well-meaning citizens, the moral decadence in our society nowadays is cause for concern. Some have argued that the root cause of this decadence is poor parenting. Indeed, poor parenting has given rise to most of the criminality that we witness today. We all keep on complaining when in fact parents themselves are largely to blame for the unsavoury situation. In order to improve this situation, parents need to inculcate certain sterling qualities in their children.
There is no doubt that temptations are bound to arise in everyday life. However, if lessons in self-control are instilled in children, they will be able to resist temptations. Children who have self-control are not likely to have problems with the law; moreover, they will be able to avoid health issues and financial stress, as well as other consequences of lack of self-restraint. For example, a child who has been taught to avoid eating junk food will not become obese. Such a child already knows that every action has a consequence.
Today, many people consider themselves better than others and therefore look down on them. They are arrogant, impudent and intolerant; as such they are hardly ever willing to accommodate other people’s ideas. A child who has imbibed the virtue of humility will be respectful, take an interest in others and be willing to learn from them. Sometimes, humility is misconstrued as a weakness but in reality, it is a strength which helps people to recognise their faults and acknowledge their limitations.
Parents should ensure that their children take an active part in chores and duties at home. They will therefore know that there is virtue in serving others.
In life, we cannot avoid obstacles and disappointments. A child cannot learn how to walk without occasional falls. Similarly, in life we experience occasional setbacks. For example, a child may fail a fest at school. In such a situation, what is needed is encouragement that will boost the child’s confidence for future tests. Parents can help the child to work out a strategy for achieving resounding success. Children should be taught the truth in the axiom, “If you fail at first, try, try and try again.” This training in resilience helps children to face life’s challenges with confidence.
Many adults lack integrity, so when they say “yes” they really mean “no*. They can therefore hardly be trusted or relied on and usually fail to take responsibility for their actions or failures. The actions of such adults have grave implications for society. It parents train their children on the need to have integrity, such children will not go about engaging in criminal activities.
Cutting corners in order to get rich quickly is the stock-in-trade of many adults, who now engage in all forms of illegal and unwholesome activities to acquire sudden wealth. Indeed, the culture of hand work is fast disappearing. If children are well trained in appreciating the value of hard work, they will grow up into adults who will shun all forms of shady activities aimed at making an overnight fortune.
Obedience to laws is a key quality that will make any society stable and function smoothly. For example, if taxes are paid when due as stipulated by societal laws, the money realised will be used to provide the badly needed social amenities and infrastructure. Parents have an important role to play by training their children to obey rules and regulations at home. This training will enable them to become law-abiding adults.
In the light of the foregoing, parents should be good role models in terms of character, comportment, speech and dedication to duty among other things. Only under such circumstances can we build a stable society that benefits all.
In six sentences, one for each, summarise the qualities that the writer advises parents to instil in their children.
Read the following passage and answer the questions on it
It was a cold windy Monday morning just before dawn. A frail old woman who could barely see beyond a few metres ahead of her – an early septuagenarian – braved all odds and stepped out onto the dirty road in the village of Koomla. For her, today’s duty had to be done even if it meant further risking her delicate health. “What would I not do for Koku to amount to something in this life that has given me nothing but woes?” Mma Koku thought to herself.
And so, despite the ominous signs from the sky, and wearing just a threadbare sweater over an equally aged wrapper, she forged ahead, daring the draught of air that was threatening to topple her. Luckily, the sand ground was still largely undisturbed owing to the dew, so she didn’t have to contend with fending off particles from her often rheumy eyes.
“Come what may” Mma Koku assured herself as her left foot planked into a muddy pothole she hadn’t seen in time, “today I shall see the pathfinder before he leaves for the city.” Her destination was still about nine kilometres away. At home, The Pathfinder, a middle-aged university teacher – the very first person to earn the highest postgraduate degree from the village of Koomla – had just roused himself from dreamland. In the dream,a figure in white had told him he owed an obligation to the old woman. She was on her way to give him a parcel for her son studying in the university in the city, about a thousand miles away.
The Pathfinder had come home for a two-day visit and the news had got to Mma Koku, who gladly took all her savings for the last three months, put it in a small envelope and tied it up in the edge of her wrapper. The duo were to meet at the junction where the village road led off to the city. “You know, Lord, this is all I have. Please let my son turn out well,” the old woman prayed. “No sacrifice is too much for one’s child,” she heaved, skipping over another muddy pothole, for it had rained the previous day.
By the time Mma Koku got about a mile from The Pathfinder’s home, the day was now bright enough for her to see with less strain. However, the sky suddenly became overcast and only seconds later, there was a torrent from the heavens. There was very little that the surprised old woman could do to stave off the watery onslaught, so she trudged on stoically. At the appointed place, The Pathfinder activated his wipers at top speed as he stayed on the lookout for the person he was expecting.
As drenched as Mma Koku came into view, The Pathfinder switched off the ignition and rushed out to meet up with her, guiding her into a nearby shed. After a few minutes of pleasantries, she handed over her widow’s mite. Mma, please wait here till the sky stops weeping,” he begged her. “I must run along now.”
“Ah, what can beat a mother’s love!” Dr Felix Adoka soliloquised pensively, shaking his head as he winked a left turn to an oncoming driver, prepared to confront the elements. “I shall ensure her son gets a teaching job once he is done,” he promised himself.
For each of the following words, find another word or phrase which means the same and which can replace it as it is used in the passage:
pensively
Read the following passage and answer the questions on it
It was a cold windy Monday morning just before dawn. A frail old woman who could barely see beyond a few metres ahead of her – an early septuagenarian – braved all odds and stepped out onto the dirty road in the village of Koomla. For her, today’s duty had to be done even if it meant further risking her delicate health. “What would I not do for Koku to amount to something in this life that has given me nothing but woes?” Mma Koku thought to herself.
And so, despite the ominous signs from the sky, and wearing just a threadbare sweater over an equally aged wrapper, she forged ahead, daring the draught of air that was threatening to topple her. Luckily, the sand ground was still largely undisturbed owing to the dew, so she didn’t have to contend with fending off particles from her often rheumy eyes.
“Come what may” Mma Koku assured herself as her left foot planked into a muddy pothole she hadn’t seen in time, “today I shall see the pathfinder before he leaves for the city.” Her destination was still about nine kilometres away. At home, The Pathfinder, a middle-aged university teacher – the very first person to earn the highest postgraduate degree from the village of Koomla – had just roused himself from dreamland. In the dream,a figure in white had told him he owed an obligation to the old woman. She was on her way to give him a parcel for her son studying in the university in the city, about a thousand miles away.
The Pathfinder had come home for a two-day visit and the news had got to Mma Koku, who gladly took all her savings for the last three months, put it in a small envelope and tied it up in the edge of her wrapper. The duo were to meet at the junction where the village road led off to the city. “You know, Lord, this is all I have. Please let my son turn out well,” the old woman prayed. “No sacrifice is too much for one’s child,” she heaved, skipping over another muddy pothole, for it had rained the previous day.
By the time Mma Koku got about a mile from The Pathfinder’s home, the day was now bright enough for her to see with less strain. However, the sky suddenly became overcast and only seconds later, there was a torrent from the heavens. There was very little that the surprised old woman could do to stave off the watery onslaught, so she trudged on stoically. At the appointed place, The Pathfinder activated his wipers at top speed as he stayed on the lookout for the person he was expecting.
As drenched as Mma Koku came into view, The Pathfinder switched off the ignition and rushed out to meet up with her, guiding her into a nearby shed. After a few minutes of pleasantries, she handed over her widow’s mite. Mma, please wait here till the sky stops weeping,” he begged her. “I must run along now.”
“Ah, what can beat a mother’s love!” Dr Felix Adoka soliloquised pensively, shaking his head as he winked a left turn to an oncoming driver, prepared to confront the elements. “I shall ensure her son gets a teaching job once he is done,” he promised himself.
For each of the following words, find another word or phrase which means the same and which can replace it as it is used in the passage:
overcast
Read the following passage and answer the questions on it
It was a cold windy Monday morning just before dawn. A frail old woman who could barely see beyond a few metres ahead of her – an early septuagenarian – braved all odds and stepped out onto the dirty road in the village of Koomla. For her, today’s duty had to be done even if it meant further risking her delicate health. “What would I not do for Koku to amount to something in this life that has given me nothing but woes?” Mma Koku thought to herself.
And so, despite the ominous signs from the sky, and wearing just a threadbare sweater over an equally aged wrapper, she forged ahead, daring the draught of air that was threatening to topple her. Luckily, the sand ground was still largely undisturbed owing to the dew, so she didn’t have to contend with fending off particles from her often rheumy eyes.
“Come what may” Mma Koku assured herself as her left foot planked into a muddy pothole she hadn’t seen in time, “today I shall see the pathfinder before he leaves for the city.” Her destination was still about nine kilometres away. At home, The Pathfinder, a middle-aged university teacher – the very first person to earn the highest postgraduate degree from the village of Koomla – had just roused himself from dreamland. In the dream,a figure in white had told him he owed an obligation to the old woman. She was on her way to give him a parcel for her son studying in the university in the city, about a thousand miles away.
The Pathfinder had come home for a two-day visit and the news had got to Mma Koku, who gladly took all her savings for the last three months, put it in a small envelope and tied it up in the edge of her wrapper. The duo were to meet at the junction where the village road led off to the city. “You know, Lord, this is all I have. Please let my son turn out well,” the old woman prayed. “No sacrifice is too much for one’s child,” she heaved, skipping over another muddy pothole, for it had rained the previous day.
By the time Mma Koku got about a mile from The Pathfinder’s home, the day was now bright enough for her to see with less strain. However, the sky suddenly became overcast and only seconds later, there was a torrent from the heavens. There was very little that the surprised old woman could do to stave off the watery onslaught, so she trudged on stoically. At the appointed place, The Pathfinder activated his wipers at top speed as he stayed on the lookout for the person he was expecting.
As drenched as Mma Koku came into view, The Pathfinder switched off the ignition and rushed out to meet up with her, guiding her into a nearby shed. After a few minutes of pleasantries, she handed over her widow’s mite. Mma, please wait here till the sky stops weeping,” he begged her. “I must run along now.”
“Ah, what can beat a mother’s love!” Dr Felix Adoka soliloquised pensively, shaking his head as he winked a left turn to an oncoming driver, prepared to confront the elements. “I shall ensure her son gets a teaching job once he is done,” he promised himself.
For each of the following words, find another word or phrase which means the same and which can replace it as it is used in the passage:
an obligation
Read the following passage and answer the questions on it
It was a cold windy Monday morning just before dawn. A frail old woman who could barely see beyond a few metres ahead of her – an early septuagenarian – braved all odds and stepped out onto the dirty road in the village of Koomla. For her, today’s duty had to be done even if it meant further risking her delicate health. “What would I not do for Koku to amount to something in this life that has given me nothing but woes?” Mma Koku thought to herself.
And so, despite the ominous signs from the sky, and wearing just a threadbare sweater over an equally aged wrapper, she forged ahead, daring the draught of air that was threatening to topple her. Luckily, the sand ground was still largely undisturbed owing to the dew, so she didn’t have to contend with fending off particles from her often rheumy eyes.
“Come what may” Mma Koku assured herself as her left foot planked into a muddy pothole she hadn’t seen in time, “today I shall see the pathfinder before he leaves for the city.” Her destination was still about nine kilometres away. At home, The Pathfinder, a middle-aged university teacher – the very first person to earn the highest postgraduate degree from the village of Koomla – had just roused himself from dreamland. In the dream,a figure in white had told him he owed an obligation to the old woman. She was on her way to give him a parcel for her son studying in the university in the city, about a thousand miles away.
The Pathfinder had come home for a two-day visit and the news had got to Mma Koku, who gladly took all her savings for the last three months, put it in a small envelope and tied it up in the edge of her wrapper. The duo were to meet at the junction where the village road led off to the city. “You know, Lord, this is all I have. Please let my son turn out well,” the old woman prayed. “No sacrifice is too much for one’s child,” she heaved, skipping over another muddy pothole, for it had rained the previous day.
By the time Mma Koku got about a mile from The Pathfinder’s home, the day was now bright enough for her to see with less strain. However, the sky suddenly became overcast and only seconds later, there was a torrent from the heavens. There was very little that the surprised old woman could do to stave off the watery onslaught, so she trudged on stoically. At the appointed place, The Pathfinder activated his wipers at top speed as he stayed on the lookout for the person he was expecting.
As drenched as Mma Koku came into view, The Pathfinder switched off the ignition and rushed out to meet up with her, guiding her into a nearby shed. After a few minutes of pleasantries, she handed over her widow’s mite. Mma, please wait here till the sky stops weeping,” he begged her. “I must run along now.”
“Ah, what can beat a mother’s love!” Dr Felix Adoka soliloquised pensively, shaking his head as he winked a left turn to an oncoming driver, prepared to confront the elements. “I shall ensure her son gets a teaching job once he is done,” he promised himself.
For each of the following words, find another word or phrase which means the same and which can replace it as it is used in the passage:
ominous
Read the following passage and answer the questions on it
It was a cold windy Monday morning just before dawn. A frail old woman who could barely see beyond a few metres ahead of her – an early septuagenarian – braved all odds and stepped out onto the dirty road in the village of Koomla. For her, today’s duty had to be done even if it meant further risking her delicate health. “What would I not do for Koku to amount to something in this life that has given me nothing but woes?” Mma Koku thought to herself.
And so, despite the ominous signs from the sky, and wearing just a threadbare sweater over an equally aged wrapper, she forged ahead, daring the draught of air that was threatening to topple her. Luckily, the sand ground was still largely undisturbed owing to the dew, so she didn’t have to contend with fending off particles from her often rheumy eyes.
“Come what may” Mma Koku assured herself as her left foot planked into a muddy pothole she hadn’t seen in time, “today I shall see the pathfinder before he leaves for the city.” Her destination was still about nine kilometres away. At home, The Pathfinder, a middle-aged university teacher – the very first person to earn the highest postgraduate degree from the village of Koomla – had just roused himself from dreamland. In the dream,a figure in white had told him he owed an obligation to the old woman. She was on her way to give him a parcel for her son studying in the university in the city, about a thousand miles away.
The Pathfinder had come home for a two-day visit and the news had got to Mma Koku, who gladly took all her savings for the last three months, put it in a small envelope and tied it up in the edge of her wrapper. The duo were to meet at the junction where the village road led off to the city. “You know, Lord, this is all I have. Please let my son turn out well,” the old woman prayed. “No sacrifice is too much for one’s child,” she heaved, skipping over another muddy pothole, for it had rained the previous day.
By the time Mma Koku got about a mile from The Pathfinder’s home, the day was now bright enough for her to see with less strain. However, the sky suddenly became overcast and only seconds later, there was a torrent from the heavens. There was very little that the surprised old woman could do to stave off the watery onslaught, so she trudged on stoically. At the appointed place, The Pathfinder activated his wipers at top speed as he stayed on the lookout for the person he was expecting.
As drenched as Mma Koku came into view, The Pathfinder switched off the ignition and rushed out to meet up with her, guiding her into a nearby shed. After a few minutes of pleasantries, she handed over her widow’s mite. Mma, please wait here till the sky stops weeping,” he begged her. “I must run along now.”
“Ah, what can beat a mother’s love!” Dr Felix Adoka soliloquised pensively, shaking his head as he winked a left turn to an oncoming driver, prepared to confront the elements. “I shall ensure her son gets a teaching job once he is done,” he promised himself.
For each of the following words, find another word or phrase which means the same and which can replace it as it is used in the passage:
delicate
Read the following passage and answer the questions on it
It was a cold windy Monday morning just before dawn. A frail old woman who could barely see beyond a few metres ahead of her – an early septuagenarian – braved all odds and stepped out onto the dirty road in the village of Koomla. For her, today’s duty had to be done even if it meant further risking her delicate health. “What would I not do for Koku to amount to something in this life that has given me nothing but woes?” Mma Koku thought to herself.
And so, despite the ominous signs from the sky, and wearing just a threadbare sweater over an equally aged wrapper, she forged ahead, daring the draught of air that was threatening to topple her. Luckily, the sand ground was still largely undisturbed owing to the dew, so she didn’t have to contend with fending off particles from her often rheumy eyes.
“Come what may” Mma Koku assured herself as her left foot planked into a muddy pothole she hadn’t seen in time, “today I shall see the pathfinder before he leaves for the city.” Her destination was still about nine kilometres away. At home, The Pathfinder, a middle-aged university teacher – the very first person to earn the highest postgraduate degree from the village of Koomla – had just roused himself from dreamland. In the dream,a figure in white had told him he owed an obligation to the old woman. She was on her way to give him a parcel for her son studying in the university in the city, about a thousand miles away.
The Pathfinder had come home for a two-day visit and the news had got to Mma Koku, who gladly took all her savings for the last three months, put it in a small envelope and tied it up in the edge of her wrapper. The duo were to meet at the junction where the village road led off to the city. “You know, Lord, this is all I have. Please let my son turn out well,” the old woman prayed. “No sacrifice is too much for one’s child,” she heaved, skipping over another muddy pothole, for it had rained the previous day.
By the time Mma Koku got about a mile from The Pathfinder’s home, the day was now bright enough for her to see with less strain. However, the sky suddenly became overcast and only seconds later, there was a torrent from the heavens. There was very little that the surprised old woman could do to stave off the watery onslaught, so she trudged on stoically. At the appointed place, The Pathfinder activated his wipers at top speed as he stayed on the lookout for the person he was expecting.
As drenched as Mma Koku came into view, The Pathfinder switched off the ignition and rushed out to meet up with her, guiding her into a nearby shed. After a few minutes of pleasantries, she handed over her widow’s mite. Mma, please wait here till the sky stops weeping,” he begged her. “I must run along now.”
“Ah, what can beat a mother’s love!” Dr Felix Adoka soliloquised pensively, shaking his head as he winked a left turn to an oncoming driver, prepared to confront the elements. “I shall ensure her son gets a teaching job once he is done,” he promised himself.
…before he leaves for the city…
What is its function?
Read the following passage and answer the questions on it
It was a cold windy Monday morning just before dawn. A frail old woman who could barely see beyond a few metres ahead of her – an early septuagenarian – braved all odds and stepped out onto the dirty road in the village of Koomla. For her, today’s duty had to be done even if it meant further risking her delicate health. “What would I not do for Koku to amount to something in this life that has given me nothing but woes?” Mma Koku thought to herself.
And so, despite the ominous signs from the sky, and wearing just a threadbare sweater over an equally aged wrapper, she forged ahead, daring the draught of air that was threatening to topple her. Luckily, the sand ground was still largely undisturbed owing to the dew, so she didn’t have to contend with fending off particles from her often rheumy eyes.
“Come what may” Mma Koku assured herself as her left foot planked into a muddy pothole she hadn’t seen in time, “today I shall see the pathfinder before he leaves for the city.” Her destination was still about nine kilometres away. At home, The Pathfinder, a middle-aged university teacher – the very first person to earn the highest postgraduate degree from the village of Koomla – had just roused himself from dreamland. In the dream,a figure in white had told him he owed an obligation to the old woman. She was on her way to give him a parcel for her son studying in the university in the city, about a thousand miles away.
The Pathfinder had come home for a two-day visit and the news had got to Mma Koku, who gladly took all her savings for the last three months, put it in a small envelope and tied it up in the edge of her wrapper. The duo were to meet at the junction where the village road led off to the city. “You know, Lord, this is all I have. Please let my son turn out well,” the old woman prayed. “No sacrifice is too much for one’s child,” she heaved, skipping over another muddy pothole, for it had rained the previous day.
By the time Mma Koku got about a mile from The Pathfinder’s home, the day was now bright enough for her to see with less strain. However, the sky suddenly became overcast and only seconds later, there was a torrent from the heavens. There was very little that the surprised old woman could do to stave off the watery onslaught, so she trudged on stoically. At the appointed place, The Pathfinder activated his wipers at top speed as he stayed on the lookout for the person he was expecting.
As drenched as Mma Koku came into view, The Pathfinder switched off the ignition and rushed out to meet up with her, guiding her into a nearby shed. After a few minutes of pleasantries, she handed over her widow’s mite. Mma, please wait here till the sky stops weeping,” he begged her. “I must run along now.”
“Ah, what can beat a mother’s love!” Dr Felix Adoka soliloquised pensively, shaking his head as he winked a left turn to an oncoming driver, prepared to confront the elements. “I shall ensure her son gets a teaching job once he is done,” he promised himself.
…before he leaves for the city…
What is the grammatical name given to this expression as it is used in the passage?
What is its function?
Read the following passage and answer the questions on it
It was a cold windy Monday morning just before dawn. A frail old woman who could barely see beyond a few metres ahead of her – an early septuagenarian – braved all odds and stepped out onto the dirty road in the village of Koomla. For her, today’s duty had to be done even if it meant further risking her delicate health. “What would I not do for Koku to amount to something in this life that has given me nothing but woes?” Mma Koku thought to herself.
And so, despite the ominous signs from the sky, and wearing just a threadbare sweater over an equally aged wrapper, she forged ahead, daring the draught of air that was threatening to topple her. Luckily, the sand ground was still largely undisturbed owing to the dew, so she didn’t have to contend with fending off particles from her often rheumy eyes.
“Come what may” Mma Koku assured herself as her left foot planked into a muddy pothole she hadn’t seen in time, “today I shall see the pathfinder before he leaves for the city.” Her destination was still about nine kilometres away. At home, The Pathfinder, a middle-aged university teacher – the very first person to earn the highest postgraduate degree from the village of Koomla – had just roused himself from dreamland. In the dream,a figure in white had told him he owed an obligation to the old woman. She was on her way to give him a parcel for her son studying in the university in the city, about a thousand miles away.
The Pathfinder had come home for a two-day visit and the news had got to Mma Koku, who gladly took all her savings for the last three months, put it in a small envelope and tied it up in the edge of her wrapper. The duo were to meet at the junction where the village road led off to the city. “You know, Lord, this is all I have. Please let my son turn out well,” the old woman prayed. “No sacrifice is too much for one’s child,” she heaved, skipping over another muddy pothole, for it had rained the previous day.
By the time Mma Koku got about a mile from The Pathfinder’s home, the day was now bright enough for her to see with less strain. However, the sky suddenly became overcast and only seconds later, there was a torrent from the heavens. There was very little that the surprised old woman could do to stave off the watery onslaught, so she trudged on stoically. At the appointed place, The Pathfinder activated his wipers at top speed as he stayed on the lookout for the person he was expecting.
As drenched as Mma Koku came into view, The Pathfinder switched off the ignition and rushed out to meet up with her, guiding her into a nearby shed. After a few minutes of pleasantries, she handed over her widow’s mite. Mma, please wait here till the sky stops weeping,” he begged her. “I must run along now.”
“Ah, what can beat a mother’s love!” Dr Felix Adoka soliloquised pensively, shaking his head as he winked a left turn to an oncoming driver, prepared to confront the elements. “I shall ensure her son gets a teaching job once he is done,” he promised himself.
…sky stops weeping…
What figure of speech is contained in the expression above?
Read the following passage and answer the questions on it
It was a cold windy Monday morning just before dawn. A frail old woman who could barely see beyond a few metres ahead of her – an early septuagenarian – braved all odds and stepped out onto the dirty road in the village of Koomla. For her, today’s duty had to be done even if it meant further risking her delicate health. “What would I not do for Koku to amount to something in this life that has given me nothing but woes?” Mma Koku thought to herself.
And so, despite the ominous signs from the sky, and wearing just a threadbare sweater over an equally aged wrapper, she forged ahead, daring the draught of air that was threatening to topple her. Luckily, the sand ground was still largely undisturbed owing to the dew, so she didn’t have to contend with fending off particles from her often rheumy eyes.
“Come what may” Mma Koku assured herself as her left foot planked into a muddy pothole she hadn’t seen in time, “today I shall see the pathfinder before he leaves for the city.” Her destination was still about nine kilometres away. At home, The Pathfinder, a middle-aged university teacher – the very first person to earn the highest postgraduate degree from the village of Koomla – had just roused himself from dreamland. In the dream,a figure in white had told him he owed an obligation to the old woman. She was on her way to give him a parcel for her son studying in the university in the city, about a thousand miles away.
The Pathfinder had come home for a two-day visit and the news had got to Mma Koku, who gladly took all her savings for the last three months, put it in a small envelope and tied it up in the edge of her wrapper. The duo were to meet at the junction where the village road led off to the city. “You know, Lord, this is all I have. Please let my son turn out well,” the old woman prayed. “No sacrifice is too much for one’s child,” she heaved, skipping over another muddy pothole, for it had rained the previous day.
By the time Mma Koku got about a mile from The Pathfinder’s home, the day was now bright enough for her to see with less strain. However, the sky suddenly became overcast and only seconds later, there was a torrent from the heavens. There was very little that the surprised old woman could do to stave off the watery onslaught, so she trudged on stoically. At the appointed place, The Pathfinder activated his wipers at top speed as he stayed on the lookout for the person he was expecting.
As drenched as Mma Koku came into view, The Pathfinder switched off the ignition and rushed out to meet up with her, guiding her into a nearby shed. After a few minutes of pleasantries, she handed over her widow’s mite. Mma, please wait here till the sky stops weeping,” he begged her. “I must run along now.”
“Ah, what can beat a mother’s love!” Dr Felix Adoka soliloquised pensively, shaking his head as he winked a left turn to an oncoming driver, prepared to confront the elements. “I shall ensure her son gets a teaching job once he is done,” he promised himself.
In what age range would you place Mma Koku?
Read the following passage and answer the questions on it
It was a cold windy Monday morning just before dawn. A frail old woman who could barely see beyond a few metres ahead of her – an early septuagenarian – braved all odds and stepped out onto the dirty road in the village of Koomla. For her, today’s duty had to be done even if it meant further risking her delicate health. “What would I not do for Koku to amount to something in this life that has given me nothing but woes?” Mma Koku thought to herself.
And so, despite the ominous signs from the sky, and wearing just a threadbare sweater over an equally aged wrapper, she forged ahead, daring the draught of air that was threatening to topple her. Luckily, the sand ground was still largely undisturbed owing to the dew, so she didn’t have to contend with fending off particles from her often rheumy eyes.
“Come what may” Mma Koku assured herself as her left foot planked into a muddy pothole she hadn’t seen in time, “today I shall see the pathfinder before he leaves for the city.” Her destination was still about nine kilometres away. At home, The Pathfinder, a middle-aged university teacher – the very first person to earn the highest postgraduate degree from the village of Koomla – had just roused himself from dreamland. In the dream,a figure in white had told him he owed an obligation to the old woman. She was on her way to give him a parcel for her son studying in the university in the city, about a thousand miles away.
The Pathfinder had come home for a two-day visit and the news had got to Mma Koku, who gladly took all her savings for the last three months, put it in a small envelope and tied it up in the edge of her wrapper. The duo were to meet at the junction where the village road led off to the city. “You know, Lord, this is all I have. Please let my son turn out well,” the old woman prayed. “No sacrifice is too much for one’s child,” she heaved, skipping over another muddy pothole, for it had rained the previous day.
By the time Mma Koku got about a mile from The Pathfinder’s home, the day was now bright enough for her to see with less strain. However, the sky suddenly became overcast and only seconds later, there was a torrent from the heavens. There was very little that the surprised old woman could do to stave off the watery onslaught, so she trudged on stoically. At the appointed place, The Pathfinder activated his wipers at top speed as he stayed on the lookout for the person he was expecting.
As drenched as Mma Koku came into view, The Pathfinder switched off the ignition and rushed out to meet up with her, guiding her into a nearby shed. After a few minutes of pleasantries, she handed over her widow’s mite. Mma, please wait here till the sky stops weeping,” he begged her. “I must run along now.”
“Ah, what can beat a mother’s love!” Dr Felix Adoka soliloquised pensively, shaking his head as he winked a left turn to an oncoming driver, prepared to confront the elements. “I shall ensure her son gets a teaching job once he is done,” he promised himself.
What was the expectation of Mma Koku concerning her son?
Read the following passage and answer the questions on it
It was a cold windy Monday morning just before dawn. A frail old woman who could barely see beyond a few metres ahead of her – an early septuagenarian – braved all odds and stepped out onto the dirty road in the village of Koomla. For her, today’s duty had to be done even if it meant further risking her delicate health. “What would I not do for Koku to amount to something in this life that has given me nothing but woes?” Mma Koku thought to herself.
And so, despite the ominous signs from the sky, and wearing just a threadbare sweater over an equally aged wrapper, she forged ahead, daring the draught of air that was threatening to topple her. Luckily, the sand ground was still largely undisturbed owing to the dew, so she didn’t have to contend with fending off particles from her often rheumy eyes.
“Come what may” Mma Koku assured herself as her left foot planked into a muddy pothole she hadn’t seen in time, “today I shall see the pathfinder before he leaves for the city.” Her destination was still about nine kilometres away. At home, The Pathfinder, a middle-aged university teacher – the very first person to earn the highest postgraduate degree from the village of Koomla – had just roused himself from dreamland. In the dream,a figure in white had told him he owed an obligation to the old woman. She was on her way to give him a parcel for her son studying in the university in the city, about a thousand miles away.
The Pathfinder had come home for a two-day visit and the news had got to Mma Koku, who gladly took all her savings for the last three months, put it in a small envelope and tied it up in the edge of her wrapper. The duo were to meet at the junction where the village road led off to the city. “You know, Lord, this is all I have. Please let my son turn out well,” the old woman prayed. “No sacrifice is too much for one’s child,” she heaved, skipping over another muddy pothole, for it had rained the previous day.
By the time Mma Koku got about a mile from The Pathfinder’s home, the day was now bright enough for her to see with less strain. However, the sky suddenly became overcast and only seconds later, there was a torrent from the heavens. There was very little that the surprised old woman could do to stave off the watery onslaught, so she trudged on stoically. At the appointed place, The Pathfinder activated his wipers at top speed as he stayed on the lookout for the person he was expecting.
As drenched as Mma Koku came into view, The Pathfinder switched off the ignition and rushed out to meet up with her, guiding her into a nearby shed. After a few minutes of pleasantries, she handed over her widow’s mite. Mma, please wait here till the sky stops weeping,” he begged her. “I must run along now.”
“Ah, what can beat a mother’s love!” Dr Felix Adoka soliloquised pensively, shaking his head as he winked a left turn to an oncoming driver, prepared to confront the elements. “I shall ensure her son gets a teaching job once he is done,” he promised himself.
What was The Pathfinder’s attitude to Mma Koku?
In the following passage, the numbered gaps indicate missing words. Against each number in the is below the passage, our options are given in columns lettered A to D. Choose the word that is most suitable to fill the numbered gaps in the passage.
Jim had his first -71- in professional boxing when he was seventeen and that match has remained indelible in his memory. Before the match, he had gone for a weigh-in along with other boxers. On the D-day, he came into the -72– amidst loud cheers from the spectators after he had ten called by the -73 -. He was wearing customized trunks and – 74- to prevent damage to his hands.
Jim and his – 75- – moved round throwing punches at each other. Jim threw a right -76-, left himself open and got cut by a strong counter punch. After this attack from his rival, Jim raised his arms and held his -77– in front of his face to protect himself by -78 – the punches as they came.
During the second –79-, Jim delivered a sucker punch which got his opponent in the ribs lading to loss of consciousness. Consequently, Jim won the game by – 80-
What two indications are there in the passage that Mma Koku was poor?
Read the following passage and answer the questions on it
It was a cold windy Monday morning just before dawn. A frail old woman who could barely see beyond a few metres ahead of her – an early septuagenarian – braved all odds and stepped out onto the dirty road in the village of Koomla. For her, today’s duty had to be done even if it meant further risking her delicate health. “What would I not do for Koku to amount to something in this life that has given me nothing but woes?” Mma Koku thought to herself.
And so, despite the ominous signs from the sky, and wearing just a threadbare sweater over an equally aged wrapper, she forged ahead, daring the draught of air that was threatening to topple her. Luckily, the sand ground was still largely undisturbed owing to the dew, so she didn’t have to contend with fending off particles from her often rheumy eyes.
“Come what may” Mma Koku assured herself as her left foot planked into a muddy pothole she hadn’t seen in time, “today I shall see the pathfinder before he leaves for the city.” Her destination was still about nine kilometres away. At home, The Pathfinder, a middle-aged university teacher – the very first person to earn the highest postgraduate degree from the village of Koomla – had just roused himself from dreamland. In the dream,a figure in white had told him he owed an obligation to the old woman. She was on her way to give him a parcel for her son studying in the university in the city, about a thousand miles away.
The Pathfinder had come home for a two-day visit and the news had got to Mma Koku, who gladly took all her savings for the last three months, put it in a small envelope and tied it up in the edge of her wrapper. The duo were to meet at the junction where the village road led off to the city. “You know, Lord, this is all I have. Please let my son turn out well,” the old woman prayed. “No sacrifice is too much for one’s child,” she heaved, skipping over another muddy pothole, for it had rained the previous day.
By the time Mma Koku got about a mile from The Pathfinder’s home, the day was now bright enough for her to see with less strain. However, the sky suddenly became overcast and only seconds later, there was a torrent from the heavens. There was very little that the surprised old woman could do to stave off the watery onslaught, so she trudged on stoically. At the appointed place, The Pathfinder activated his wipers at top speed as he stayed on the lookout for the person he was expecting.
As drenched as Mma Koku came into view, The Pathfinder switched off the ignition and rushed out to meet up with her, guiding her into a nearby shed. After a few minutes of pleasantries, she handed over her widow’s mite. Mma, please wait here till the sky stops weeping,” he begged her. “I must run along now.”
“Ah, what can beat a mother’s love!” Dr Felix Adoka soliloquised pensively, shaking his head as he winked a left turn to an oncoming driver, prepared to confront the elements. “I shall ensure her son gets a teaching job once he is done,” he promised himself.
What may have prompt the villagers to call the man The Pathfinder?
Read the following passage and answer the questions on it
It was a cold windy Monday morning just before dawn. A frail old woman who could barely see beyond a few metres ahead of her – an early septuagenarian – braved all odds and stepped out onto the dirty road in the village of Koomla. For her, today’s duty had to be done even if it meant further risking her delicate health. “What would I not do for Koku to amount to something in this life that has given me nothing but woes?” Mma Koku thought to herself.
And so, despite the ominous signs from the sky, and wearing just a threadbare sweater over an equally aged wrapper, she forged ahead, daring the draught of air that was threatening to topple her. Luckily, the sand ground was still largely undisturbed owing to the dew, so she didn’t have to contend with fending off particles from her often rheumy eyes.
“Come what may” Mma Koku assured herself as her left foot planked into a muddy pothole she hadn’t seen in time, “today I shall see the pathfinder before he leaves for the city.” Her destination was still about nine kilometres away. At home, The Pathfinder, a middle-aged university teacher – the very first person to earn the highest postgraduate degree from the village of Koomla – had just roused himself from dreamland. In the dream,a figure in white had told him he owed an obligation to the old woman. She was on her way to give him a parcel for her son studying in the university in the city, about a thousand miles away.
The Pathfinder had come home for a two-day visit and the news had got to Mma Koku, who gladly took all her savings for the last three months, put it in a small envelope and tied it up in the edge of her wrapper. The duo were to meet at the junction where the village road led off to the city. “You know, Lord, this is all I have. Please let my son turn out well,” the old woman prayed. “No sacrifice is too much for one’s child,” she heaved, skipping over another muddy pothole, for it had rained the previous day.
By the time Mma Koku got about a mile from The Pathfinder’s home, the day was now bright enough for her to see with less strain. However, the sky suddenly became overcast and only seconds later, there was a torrent from the heavens. There was very little that the surprised old woman could do to stave off the watery onslaught, so she trudged on stoically. At the appointed place, The Pathfinder activated his wipers at top speed as he stayed on the lookout for the person he was expecting.
As drenched as Mma Koku came into view, The Pathfinder switched off the ignition and rushed out to meet up with her, guiding her into a nearby shed. After a few minutes of pleasantries, she handed over her widow’s mite. Mma, please wait here till the sky stops weeping,” he begged her. “I must run along now.”
“Ah, what can beat a mother’s love!” Dr Felix Adoka soliloquised pensively, shaking his head as he winked a left turn to an oncoming driver, prepared to confront the elements. “I shall ensure her son gets a teaching job once he is done,” he promised himself.
What two difficulties did Mma Koku face on her way to meet The Pathfinder?
Read the following passage and answer the questions on it
It was a cold windy Monday morning just before dawn. A frail old woman who could barely see beyond a few metres ahead of her – an early septuagenarian – braved all odds and stepped out onto the dirty road in the village of Koomla. For her, today’s duty had to be done even if it meant further risking her delicate health. “What would I not do for Koku to amount to something in this life that has given me nothing but woes?” Mma Koku thought to herself.
And so, despite the ominous signs from the sky, and wearing just a threadbare sweater over an equally aged wrapper, she forged ahead, daring the draught of air that was threatening to topple her. Luckily, the sand ground was still largely undisturbed owing to the dew, so she didn’t have to contend with fending off particles from her often rheumy eyes.
“Come what may” Mma Koku assured herself as her left foot planked into a muddy pothole she hadn’t seen in time, “today I shall see the pathfinder before he leaves for the city.” Her destination was still about nine kilometres away. At home, The Pathfinder, a middle-aged university teacher – the very first person to earn the highest postgraduate degree from the village of Koomla – had just roused himself from dreamland. In the dream,a figure in white had told him he owed an obligation to the old woman. She was on her way to give him a parcel for her son studying in the university in the city, about a thousand miles away.
The Pathfinder had come home for a two-day visit and the news had got to Mma Koku, who gladly took all her savings for the last three months, put it in a small envelope and tied it up in the edge of her wrapper. The duo were to meet at the junction where the village road led off to the city. “You know, Lord, this is all I have. Please let my son turn out well,” the old woman prayed. “No sacrifice is too much for one’s child,” she heaved, skipping over another muddy pothole, for it had rained the previous day.
By the time Mma Koku got about a mile from The Pathfinder’s home, the day was now bright enough for her to see with less strain. However, the sky suddenly became overcast and only seconds later, there was a torrent from the heavens. There was very little that the surprised old woman could do to stave off the watery onslaught, so she trudged on stoically. At the appointed place, The Pathfinder activated his wipers at top speed as he stayed on the lookout for the person he was expecting.
As drenched as Mma Koku came into view, The Pathfinder switched off the ignition and rushed out to meet up with her, guiding her into a nearby shed. After a few minutes of pleasantries, she handed over her widow’s mite. Mma, please wait here till the sky stops weeping,” he begged her. “I must run along now.”
“Ah, what can beat a mother’s love!” Dr Felix Adoka soliloquised pensively, shaking his head as he winked a left turn to an oncoming driver, prepared to confront the elements. “I shall ensure her son gets a teaching job once he is done,” he promised himself.
Why did Mma Koku leave home on a cold, windy Monday morning?
Write a story to illustrate the saying: Half a loaf is better than none.
Write an article suitable for publication in your school magazine on the need to revive the activities clubs and societies in schools.
Your friend who resides in another country wants to study in your school and has written for information and advice. Write a letter to him, telling him all that he needs to know about the school.