At the bus stop looking more like an Aiyetoro boy who just
came to Lagos for the first time and seeing an Oshodi like crowd on campus, I was bit
bewildered but had to get to my hall of residence as I was very tired. I looked
inside my bag to confirm the name of the Hostel to Avoid a "JJC" situation
amongst colleagues. Mounting shoulders high like I have arrived like Jenifa, I walked
up to a student inquiring for directions to the Hostel. Behold he was also a
fresher but a fresher with bush under his Chin; I was like Egbon thank You.
In OAU, it might be quite difficult to differentiate a
fresher from a stalite because the snail like academic calendar has made Young
boys to grow old and small girls to look marriage ripe. Though Great ife is
worth the 40days and 40nights like Isreali sojourn in the wilderness because Great
ife isn’t just the most beautiful in Africa but the most outstanding in terms
of “pali” saluatation. I have heard numerous stories about how advantageous it
is to possess a Great ife certificate. Laugh, if you no go OAU na lesson you
go!
In a bid to locate my hostel and settle down since I wasn’t so
lucky to have a father that benefitted from the generosity of Dasuki…I stared a
bit at the array of cars that passed with Children wearing enthusiastic smiles,
I decided to show off a little by calling a bike (I mean Okada) rather than trekking
to the hall with my box. “Okada…Angola Hall” and he told me 500 naira. Chai! My
heart skipped but I was determined to form big boy because Pride was in me like
Peak Milk.
I was brutally “maga-ed” as the bike man merry-go-rounded
the campus passing through academics, first bank before heading for Angola. Chisos,
Angola now looked like the Journey to Sambisa forest in search of Chibok girls
of Mozambique Hall at Anglomoz Carpark. I paid the price for show off and today
am still looking for the bike man that “maga-ed” me on Great Ife soil.
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