By Damilola Towobola (Toblan SPICE)
The news of my admission to Obafemi Awolowo University was
greeted with a skelewu dance step as I gave my testimony in church. I was just
handling the microphone for the first time so I fidgeted like the Students’
Union which has power administrators like PHCN in its kitty. The union was a
toy in their hands.
Journeying down to ife was a bit nervous as I was leaving
home for a place I don’t know people; a new world entirely and completely new
faces. The bus boarded was synonymous to the Buhari Train of Change but it
reached its destination; hopefully Nigeria also will reach Canaan land with its
snail like economy.
Balls of sweat covered my face coupled with the heat as a
result of the overcrowded bus with various perfumes, names which I cannot
fathom. I compensated myself with the sign post of over-speeding can lead to
death and hung on to fate. Fast asleep in a bus that seems like a journey to
Kano, the scream of Campus woke me from my Jonah like gesture.
Highlighting from the bus was a great joy in my heart but my
bit skipped for a seconds and my bones cracked like Pako biscuit of those days;
Great ife was typically beautiful and comparable with Harvard university. No
wonder it is said to be Africa’s most beautiful campus though am tempted to say
it is most beautiful campus in the world because I have not travelled off my
small community of Dalemo before. My education was a chain-like structure with
me attending Kogboregbe Primary School and Kogboregbe Secondary, I was the best
student in the school no doubt and I have made it to Ife to study so we are on
the same pedestrian.
I boarded the bread like bus called "town igboro" which
refused to take us down to the hall as his business was moving so fast like
Seun Risky’s Toast.
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