MY PHOTOS ALBUM

MY LIFE IN A NUTSHELL

My name is Morrison (with Omokiniovo as my middle name), born 19th day of March 1987 into the family of Late Chief and Mrs. John Jessa of Urhovie Abraka Delta State. I was born into a polygamous family. My dad married seven wives with my mum Mrs. Mary Jessa as the fourth wife. The seven wives gave birth to twenty four children (twelve boys and twelve girls)I lost my dad at a tender age of four (17 years ago) at a time when I was so small that I was deceived then that my dad traveled to Warri. Then, he was always traveling to Warri as he was a petroleum marketer. When asked jocularly about his whereabouts then, I will say he traveled to Warri.Being the last child of the family, I started school after the burial at Erhimu kindergarten school (then the school was still in the kindergarten stage). At the school then I was the smallest child though not the youngest in age. Because of my small statue, I was not always asked out by the school master to answer questions in the class which infuriated me that I told my mum that I wasn’t going to that school any longer. My mum always like listening to me, she took me from the school and I stayed at home for two years doing nothing. In 1993, I was admitted into Avwaeke Primary school, Abraka (one of the public primary school in town). I spent three years in the school. Then, I used to be at the top of the class as my report card (as it was called then) always ranges between the first position to the third position. But in truth, I was a dull student to the core, a student who could not even write down his own name and surname, there was actually no challenges in the school for me so my elder sister, Lucky connived with my mum and I was taken back to my former school which has added primary school to its curriculum.On getting to the school (then known as Erhimu nursery primary school, Abraka, a school owned by Hon. Nelson Erhimu), I was tested based on intelligent test by the proprietor, I failed the test and instead of being admitted into my present, primary three, I was taken back to primary two I met challenges in the school that I was not even up to the first ten pupils in the class. But I kept going in my studies. As an introvert, I never made a spectacular achievement but stil, life must go on.I got my primary six leaving certificate on the year 2000 on merit grade and got promoted to junior secondary school one (J.S.S 1) in the same school which has added secondary school to its curriculum (and now known as Erhimu nursery, primary and secondary school, Abraka).While I was still in the school, my elder brother, Hallen’s Jessa opened a road side oil stand directly opposite Abraka small market by Campus 2 small gate in 2001 where I started assisting him every Sunday as from 6:00am as his sales boy does not always come to work on Sundays and I was not a regular church-goer then..

things went on like that till 2003 after my junior secondary school certificate examination, My elder sister took me to Warri (God bless her for that attempt alone mark a turning point in my life which could be attributed to my present statue). In Warri, I was admitted into Charity Schools in GKS, Salem City Warri, Delta State. After school hour, I will go and assist her in the bakery owned by her in Igbudu Market, just close to my school behind UCC. I also took the turn of going to the bakery on my own every Sunday in the morning as early as 6:00am and coming back at 6-8:00pm after selling the left over bread at the bakery. Then, we were living at Ekete Inland along D.S.C express way. During that time, we (my elder sister, her husband and myself) go to the market as early as 5:00am and coming back as late as 12 mid night or even 2:00am on some ocassions. After school hour then which usually closes at 4:30pm, I will go and assist her and her staffs. During weekend, (Saturday), I will follow the bakery driver to go for wholesale supply of bread and snacks to our customers within Warri and its environs. These made me to know many places in Warri even more than my elder sister who has been there for several years. On holidays, it became my full time duty to go for supply with the driver. I also assisted in buying flours and other ingredients for baking the bread and snacks. Back then in Charity Schools, I was always punctual to school but always the same introvert boy. In S.S 1, first term, we were shared into two classes; class A and class B with me in class B. we were 18 in number and during the first term exams, I only scored 12th position out of the 18 students. In second term we were made to choose class between science and art classes. The challenge in the school was great that I was among the dullest student in the class. As the saying goes, "challenges are meant to improve and not to impair one". I started tightening my belt and eventually I took 2^nd position in the second term examination out of the 12 students in the class It was at this stage of my life that I discovered that there is one thing known as the internet. The internet was so strange to me that I could not even fathom the meaning and what it is made up of. Almost all my friends then were good at browsing, they make research, chat, read and listen to news online, do and enjoy the dividends of internet browsing whereas I was just in the dark, not knowing nor seeing my front, somebody who has been blindfolded by the force of mediocrity, I only know little or nothing about my own state. In the face of all these, I felt inferior that when my mates were talking, all I could just do was keep quiet which gave everybody the misconception that I was a quiet student. Quiet indeed!
In 2005, I went back to Abraka to write my SSCE. I registered with my former school, Erhimu Schools, Abraka. In the school, I became a “one-eyed king in the village of the blind” as I became very courageous in the school that I can confront any teacher no matter whom he or she is without any fear. When I discovered that there was no English teacher and C.R.S teacher in the school which has been on since they were in S.S.1 and nobody has been courageous enough to confront the director, Hon. Nelson Erhimu (who is also the proprietor of the school). When I came, I had to confront him (the director) on the issue and within one week, an English teacher and a C.R.S teacher were appointed. The C.R.S teacher was not effective and I had to reconfront the director again and she was changed. Even the English teacher was also changed as she was too dull for my liking.
When I saw how examination Mal-practice has eaten deep into the fabric of the school system (a situation where students no longer read their books because they know that some how, some how, something must flow in the exam hall), I had to write some stuff on a cardboard sheet that read: “Examination mal-practice is an habit which when cultivated, lasts a life time” and boldly wrote on the bottom; “written by professor Moritz”. Guess what? I was given six stroke of the cane on my buttocks with me lying on a bare uncemented floor in the class room. However, I was not bothered because I knew then that “you can kill the messenger but you cannot kill the message”. In the aftermath of the event, I was thenceforth known as Professor Morrison by my teachers and class mates alike (a name most of them still call me till date). I also became a rude boy in the school as my action was termed by the school authority as “sabotage”. The teachers thenceforth look unto me as an enemy in the school but I never cared as I was confident in myself.

That year (2005), I started helping my brother in his bookshop in the campus after school and during weekend and hholidays . On that year also my brother enrolled me in NECO GCE which was to kick off in November and end in December. I was posted to Baptist High School, Eku to write the Exams. Before I wrote the first paper, I was very scared as that was my first experience in such Exams but after that day, the fear disappeared. I wrote the exams successfully without stress until the day I was to write Agricultural science, the invigilator ask the candidates to pay the sum of #100 each so that they can be assisted. I refused to pay, myself and others who refuse to pay were taken to another classroom to write the exams. Well, it went on well.
When the result actually came out, although, I got five credit, I was not satisfied because I failed my most favorite subject, as easy as it was, I failed Literature In English. I had to re-enroll for NECO SSCE, in Erhimu Secondary School Abraka where I met yet another challenge. Prior to the date of the exams we (the students) were ask to pay the sum of #3000 each with respect to “LOGISTICS” (as termed by the teachers), a term used in symbolizing malpractice fee. We were ask to pay the money so that we can be assisted. As usual, I refuse to pay as I consider such a malpractice of the highest order. (imagining a school teacher asking students to pay money so that they can be assisted instead of allowing the students to write on their own) Those of us that refuse to pay were not given registration number as we were considered saboteurs. We kept quiet until the day of the exam, others were allowed to enter the examination hall but we were disallowed on the ground that we did not pay the money. Just as the invigilator was about to give answer sheets to the students, I decided to approach him. After speaking with him on the issue, he ask the teachers if what I said was true, the teachers denial my allegation but a number of evidence from witnesses proved the teachers to be the "saboteurs". Hence we were given our registration number and allowed to write the exams Those of us who refuse to pay the money were put under strict security by the teachers who felt that since we did not pay the money we are suppose to write the exam on our own. Well those of us who knew what we were doing were able to scale through.When the result was release some months later, I got the literature In English that I was looking for.
That same year (2006) I took jamb form. I was posted to St. George high school, Obinoba, before the exams I was kind of tensed being my first jamb and from what I have heard from people about the ”ALMIGHTY JAMB” On the day of the day of the exam, the center was so congested with people in and outside the hall, those writing and those who were there for the purpose of examination Mal-practices. during the examination, the then commissioner for education, Dr. (mrs) Veronica Uguagu came to the centre. she was not satisfied with the situation in the centre so she threatened to call on JAMB authorities to have the result of that centre canceled. eventually, the resut was concelled.

That same year brought me closer to God through Pastor Fracies

PERSONAL DATANAME: OMKINIOVO MORRISON
SURNAME : JESSA

NICKNAME : MORITZTRIBE: URHOBO
HOME TOWN: ABRAKA
LOCAL GOVT. OF ORIGIN: ETHIOPE EAST L.G.A
STATE OF ORIGIN: DELTA STATE
HOME COUNTRY: NIGERIA
RACE: BLACK
HIEGHT: 5ft 9inch
WEGHT: NOT CONSTANT
COMPLEXION: CHOCOLATE
AGE: 24

BORN: ON THE 19th DAY OF MARCH 1987
HOROSCOPE: PICSES
RELIGION: CHRISTAIN
DENOMINATION: Gospel Pillars Ministry

OCCUPATION: young Graduate
ALMAL-MATA AND DATES: ERHIMU NURSERY SCHOOL(1991)AVWAEKE PRIMARY SCHOOL (1993-1996)
ERHIMU SCHOOLS (1996-2003)
CHARITY SCHOOLS (2003-2004)

ERHIMU SCHOOLS (2005-2006)

DELTA STATE UNIVERSITY ABRAKA, NIGERIA -DELSU (2007-2011)
PERSONAL HEROE: BILL GATE
MARITAL STATUS: SINGLE
WATCH-WORD: what is worth doing is worth doing well.

WEBSITE: http://www.omorrison.blogspot.com/

EMAIL ADRESSES: stmoritz@rocketmail.com, jessao.morrison@rocketmail.com
MOBILE NUMBER: +2348067950556
HOBBY: working with my system, reading, helping people, READING AND WRITING
DISLIKE: DISHONESTY AND ITS LIKES

ADVICE TO FAN: Get focus, strive to achieve your purpose in life. In all you do always listen to your instincts and follow its direction. Try and know those who came before you in your choosen life endeavour, read about them and follow their footsteps. In all these, dont forget the fact that men may propose, it is indeed God who dispose. Put God first and do His will and it shall be well with you. it is not how far but how well, a wise man once quote. Thanks once again. see you at the top