Even though we always have our preferences, with uni at the top of the list, we would gladly accept admission into any of its subordinates in order to escape the confines of home and emerge from the chrysalis of the world of teachers to bask in the world of lecturers. The word sef sweet for mouth (Dr Mosafejo, Professor Alomaja).
Again, mehnnnnn. To us then, school na school, whether federal or state or private. Little did we know that school no be school, especially when the various unions that have been using us to play ludo with FG finally pour double six. And they must always end with ‘U’ (ASUU, SSANU, NASU, LASU, WAASU, ASUN), as though to let you know that ‘yes U, we mean U’.
No really, this guy deserves his own paragraph. If possible, his own page. I mean, how else to pay tribute to an entity that single-handedly terrorizes a whole of thirty-something thousand students simultaneously, especially those staying at the gate or off campus and happen to be inversely blessed with having faculties extending beyond CITS? The least we can all do is doff our imaginary hats and let him have it. Or burn it. When I initially entered ‘lag and I saw cabs meant to ferry people within the school environment, I was like “iru oshi wo leleyii” (what kind of rubbish is this?) Are students that lazy that they can’t move on their own two feet around?” At that point, I was staying at Eni-Njoku (we’re still coming to you, ma worry). 200 Level and I stayed at Jaja. Still chilling, with science as my backyard.
Taking it from Biobaku to First bank was like the warm feeling of vodka in the belly (no, I don’t take it). But then I reached DLI and upon passing some invisible barrier along that point, some sort of hell was let loose in me. Against me. With rivulets of sweat running from every pore into every orifice of my body, I understood why the Yorubas call sweat ‘ilaagun’. Because it’s your own personal lagoon. And the most annoying part was that I was seeing the Medical Center on the horizon, but it seemed to be moving farther away. Almost like I was swimming in my own perspiration. Then I knew why people take cab; ’cause they have sense. But that did not stop me from trekking it occasionally. I wonder what that says about me. Before the sun starts feeling too fly (I guess it’s already flying (wait! does the sun fly, or is it levitating in a place like monks do while meditating? (holy shit! We just had two (now three (now four (now… damn! So many brackets in brackets! That ’s like how many bras… wait let’s not go there). Anyways, before Mr Sun starts feeling fly and attempts to shine in the midnight, let’s move on to the next lesson school taught us.
Squatting is the way.
In fact, I think being a squatter is one of those challenges one needs to go through for experience acquisition in school (that would place me, along with a couple thousand others past the benchmark of well of knowledge and into the realm of boreholes of understanding). So for those of you who have never squatted, for the sake of your personal GP, sell your bed spaces NOW! Illegal? Forget what that DSA says abeg. Even the (Un)Holy Book of Unilag, chapter 36 vs 12 says “Wherein thou hast balloted but the hostel was not found written next to your name in heaven, squat I tell you. Squat! And let the devil be ashamed.” Gone are the days when it used to be a closely guarded secret.
But come now, how come our elder ones never mentioned this particular trial to us while regaling us with Tales from JAMB and Yonder? Or perhaps they did, but we automatically selected not to hear it when there were sweeter tales afoot (or is it ahear?) So once again I say, sell your bed spaces. In fact, dash it out! (Ask the publisher for my number for any help I can render).
Sacrifice comfort at the altar of experience, experience gating till 12 midnight or overnight, pay your tithes to the security guards and porters, and I promise you won’t be sorry (until the day devil will enter you and you’ll go and fight and they eject you like disk, then you’ll explain who sent you to squat… No, I didn’t. I just give advice. The end result is what makes it good or bad).
Yay! I got Hostel!
I swear, by far this announcement is the only that I know of that is succeeded by the same question or a request of similar intent. You declare it, and about five of your friends automatically drop the question. Reflexively. One of the experiences I was talking about because it could be a lifesaver for the lucky one. Okay, Lucky Dube, you have gotten a hostel, but which one? Because if you go around thinking that all hostels are alike the same way we thought all schools were, well sorry… You’re sleeping on a bicycle.
Now, let ’s have a quick rundown of the hostels lag has to offer as we come into the school.
Saburi must have been a bodybuilder in his day, or how else do we explain why all aspiring Schwarzeneggers drift towards that side? Then you’ll see Kofo girls pretending to cook but using style to check out abs. And when the lions are off duty, the underdogs (far under) will come out and do small freestyle so everyone can go around the hostel shirtless. Then the whole school will have light, except for Education, and everybody will have to go shirtless. No, seriously…
I respect Eni-Njokuns for just one reason, and that is their endurance. Because to stay in that hostel is no small feat, and we all know the reason. In fact, I’m lying right now in a prone position, supported only by the palms of my hands and the toes of my feet, at a horizontal angle parallel to the ground. And with my sternum facing mother Terra and my latissimus dorsi and gluteus maximus and minimus clenched firm towards the firmament and my cranium in a submissive posture, I say tuale. Una still dey ask why? I’m coming.
Just because they put ‘Gentleman’s Hall’ as their motto, these ones won’t let us rest. And I doubt any of them have ever noticed the fact that their quadrangle with the thatched roof makes the place look like a village with village square. But no, their own is to lay in wait for serious students on their way to lectures at science (a duty they inherited from Shodeinde) and be throwing jabs like taekwondo. And if they tickle the wrong person and the blows start coming back, they can’t take one though.