2018 NECO ENGLISH LANGUAGE QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS

Oral Eng


1-10EACAECCCAE

11-20DABECEAEBA

21-30ACDEACEBEB

31-40ECAAACDCCC

41-50BADAECCCCB

51-60BCEECCBCDB

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English obj

1C
2D
3A
4E
5A
6D
7A
8D
9C
10A
11C
12E
13D
14B

16A
17E
18C
19D
20B
21B
22A
23D
24B
25C
26A
27A
28A

30D

32A
33E
34A


41A
42A
43A
44B
45A
46E
47E
48C
49E
50C
51A
52D
53A
54B
55A
56D
57D
58C
59B
60C
61D
62B
63B
64D
65D
66D
67D
68C
69C
70A
71E
72C
73A
74D
75D
76B
77B
78A
79E
80A
81B
82A
83B
84A
85B
86D
87C
88C
89E
90A
91E
92A
93C
94E
95A
96C
97A
98E
99C
100E

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15C

29B

31E
32A
33E
34A
35E
36E
37D
38E
39B
40A

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5f )
Ameliorate of adverse effect

5gi )
Every family members should assist doing house chores

5gii)
Woman should relax once in a year .

*5h )*
i ) various - numerous
ii) categories classes/ levels
iii ) submerged - -- saddled
iv ) efficiency - - -- effectively
v) aouse -- - debilitating
vi ) vigour - strength



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(4)

To err is human, to forgive is divine


In April 1993, at a young and irresponsible age, I found out I was pregnant. With much prodding, I reluctantly and regretfully terminated the pregnancy. I struggled with what I had done and went through several years of feeling unbearably guilty. As a Catholic, I went to confession, but after a brief, tearful session, I figured the priest must not have heard me through my sobs because God couldn’t possibly forgive me with a couple of Hail Marys and Our Fathers.

After dealing with several years of depression, I found myself on a different path of self-destructive behavior. I was motivated enough to go to college, but not for all of the right reasons. I did okay at school and attended class regularly, but I partied extensively and dabbled in drugs. Once again, I found myself pregnant. This pregnancy was the motivation I needed to get my act together. I moved home and finished the one class I needed to get an associate’s degree, and I picked up additional classes at the local technical college.

In July 1999, I had a baby boy who gave me a wonderful and healthy reason to live. I enjoyed every part of being a mom. Because of him, my life turned around entirely. Although I did not remain with his dad, I knew I was doing the right thing in raising my baby.

After graduating from college with a couple of two-year degrees and then a bachelor’s degree, I felt like I had my act together. Still, two dates continued to haunt me: April 26th, the day I’d terminated the first pregnancy, and
November 22nd, the day the baby was due.

In July 2005, I got married to a wonderful man who was willing to accept me, my son and all of my baggage. We were fortunate to become pregnant that August, with a due date of May 23rd. We were ecstatic, and two ultrasounds at the beginning of the pregnancy revealed a
healthy, growing baby. It wasn’t until our routine ultrasound in late December that we found out we were having twin boys. They pushed up my due date to the week of April 26th.

I didn’t want to have the babies on that day. I had always vowed that I would think of my unborn baby daily, to somehow repent for what I’d taken away from that child. I felt like I needed to leave April 26th as a day of mourning. It was sacred in my mind.

At a routine checkup on the morning of April 26th, my doctor found that I was five centimeters dilated. It was time to have my babies. As much as I was ready to meet my boys, I choked back tears and confided in her about the irony of the date. She held my hand and offered me different options, but I decided that God had His hand in this, and I needed to do what was intended. Although I am ashamed to admit it, despite the fact that my faith in God is true, I couldn’t get it out of the back of my mind that this was His opportunity to take something away from me as I had done thirteen years ago.

Eleven hours later, I pushed out the first baby—a four-pound, eleven-ounce miracle. We knew the second baby was breech, and the plan was to turn him around and deliver him normally. After the expert medical staff turned him around and all was going as planned, he stuck his arm out in one last attempt to enjoy some space to himself. In their efforts to push his arm back in to deliver his head first, the cord got pinched between his arm and his head. With no vital signs on the delivery room monitors, my mind raced with the penance I must be paying now. Surely, the Hail Marys and Our Fathers had been enough. Surely, the guilt I’d carried with me for thirteen years had signified my repentance.

My second baby was born via emergency C-section, all five pounds, fifteen ounces of healthy baby boy. After a very brief stay in the NICU, the babies were released to our care. For weeks after I had the twins, amidst the feelings of being overwhelmed and ecstatic, I could not help but question why God had not allowed me to keep that day to mourn and remember every year. I still feared that something was going to happen to one of the twins or that they would be taken away from me, but they remained healthy, growing boys.

Nearly five months later, I was attending a class in
preparation for the boys’ baptism. As we were the only family baptizing our children in November, my husband stayed home with the three boys and I was the only parent there. The instructor was a very kind woman who told me about her own family of girls and how she used to take in infants as foster children. The thought of having to raise these infants and then turn around and give them to someone else left me both touched and heartbroken. Feeling emotional from her stories and the thought of baptizing my boys, I struggled to remain composed. She
noticed my tears and asked if there was anything she could do. I sobbed out my entire story.

When I had finished, this woman smiled at me
compassionately. With the most soothing voice, she explained to me that the boys were not brought into this world on April 26th as a coincidence. They were given to me that day as a gift to our family and as a symbol of forgiveness that I could not ignore. I know this woman was in that room with me for more than just teaching me about baptizing my boys. I think she was there to re-baptize me. The sense of peace and forgiveness this woman offered me redefined my faith in God. I was more at peace that day than I had been in thirteen years.