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ejiro:  Congratulation on your last outing at Leicester
 Aunty Joke: Thank you so much.
 ejiro: I know you've been excelling so well in what you do, particularly in the area of your calling which brings me to my first question.
 How do people get to know what they are called to do?
 Aunty Joke: Hmmmmm. Most times you find it in something you enjoy or what you find fulfilment in. It could also be something you are passionate about like praying for others.
 ejiro: Hmmm..Okay
 ejiro: ...Do we necessarily need to develop this calling, either formally or otherwise?
 Aunty Joke: Oh yes. Remember the story of the talents told in the Bible. The moral was anything you refuse to harness, you lose. I currently train a5 year old boy on the piano. Without that training, his full potential may never be felt. The development doesn't always have to be formal or by someone else though.
 ejiro: Okay..Nice.
 The last time we talked, you actually mentioned some people who influenced your talent greatly thus my question is, Do we really need mentors? and who is really a mentor?
 Aunty Joke: Yes we do. They show us who we could become with hardwork
 ejiro: What happens to those who are literally on their own?
 Aunty Joke: God has a way of catering for them. He gives such people serious inspiration that only comes from Him. If they have access to the Internet. They aren't on their own anymore
 ejiro: Hmm..the power of technology
 ejiro: I believe you are aware that you are a mentor to so many people..what's your inspiration?
 Aunty Joke: God is my inspiration.
 ejiro: As a force on the social media, known for your undiluted analysis on social, political and economic issues, what can you say is your driving force?
 Aunty Joke: God himself
 ejiro: Any comment on the rate of domestic violence thus far and what is your advise thus far?
 Aunty Joke: It has been alarming! If feels like the average human life is worthless these days.
 Aunty Joke: People need to talk more before getting married.  Look out for symptoms of violence and deal with it before marriage. Most violent people show signs their spouses often ignore before marriage
 ejiro: Congrats on you'd new single.
 What inspired you on this new single of yours
 Aunty Joke: Thanks dear. I just wanted to do a song of praise to God that was African.
 ejiro: Great...
 ejiro: Is it just instrumentals or it's  with vocals..
 Aunty Joke: No. It's actually a full song
 ejiro: Awesome. I guess we shall all be invited for its launching...
 Aunty Joke: Yes o. You will be carried along.
 OK..Congratulation Once again!
 Aunty Joke: Thanks sis.

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