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Emir Sanusi wrote on his visit to the OLA sisters
The OLA (Our Lady of the Apostles) sisters in Cork, Ireland, established my alma mater-St Anne’s Primary School, Kakuri, Kaduna. They also founded the Queen of Apostles College- now Queen Amina College- and St Gerard’s hospital among others all in Kaduna).
I have been planning to visit their Ardfoyle convent in Cork, since late 2021, when my headmistress Sr Katherine Devane, passed away at the ripe age of 95.
I just needed to go and pay my respects to this wonderful woman who made such a profound impact on my life, to thank the OLA sisters and the SMA fathers and the Catholic church for the education I received.
The SMA fathers are a brother association of priests to the OLA sisters and the first catholic missionaries to Kaduna and Kano. From my St Anne’s days I remember Father Bell who used to give the communion to catholic children during service assemblies.
There was no attempt to convert Muslim pupils to christianity. In fact our matrons made sure we prayed, and during Ramadan food was prepared at the right time for Muslims. ( Of course we all said the Hail Marys and Our Fathers during assembly but not because we were required to!).
And by way the food in catholic schools was horrible at least then. We had cold baths in Ramadan and lived a spartan life. But we had excellent academic education. It prepared one for a life where material possessions mean nothing and values are everything.
I went to St Anne’s at the age of 8 and joined class 4. In 1971, my final year, Sr Katherine took over as Headmistress so I was her pupil for only one year. It is amazing how as children even the smallest things remain with us throughout our lives.
All of us remember sister Katherine ( who we nicknamed “sister shiru” in Hausa meeaning quiet sister- to distinguish her from her colleague Sr Ann who we nicknamed “Sister mhmm mhmm” because she was a disciplinarian who kept interspersing her speeches and words of reprimand with mhmm mhmm!).
Sister Katherine was quiet, tender, caring, gentle. All my classmates continue go have fond memories of her, each in a special way.
I have a memory of her that has remained with me forever. I had malaria at one time and was extremely ill with a high temperature. I was weak and unable to do anything. I thought I was about to die.
Sr Katherine came round to the dormitory to see me. She wrapped me up and took me in her arms. With another sister they drove me to St Gerard’s hospital where I had my injections and returned me to school. She kept checking on me until I fully recovered.
It may sound like a small thing but for a young boy the love and care at that point was so touching, and the care continued until I left. She did not have to do that herself.
Now why is all this important? Sr Katherine was a catholic sister who showed so much love to a Muslim boy. She showed me the kind of care and concern I would expect from a mother.
I learnt from an early age that there are wonderful people in every religion. After Sr Katherine no one could ever tell me all christians were bad people and only Muslims were good.
No one could teach me hatred or enmity for someone simply because they were of a different faith, or stop me from loving those who love me and being kind to those who are kind to me simply because they are not Muslims.
As I learnt more about my religion and more of the Qur’an I saw that the Qur’an teaches us to be kind and good and caring and just to all those non-Muslims who did not fight us for our faith or persecute us Q60:8-9 for instance). The only people we have problems with should be those who decide to fight us or stop us from being Muslims by force, without provocation.
The verses are all there in the Qur’an. The fact that Muslim men can marry Christian women is sufficient evidence. Would one marry a woman one did not truly love?
