First of…

Okay.
So, my plan was to make a video like last time.
Especially when I finally passed my resit examination.
Physiology resit.
Yea, you read that right.
At the end of last year.
I had a breakdown because of having to face the fact that I was the only girl to write a resit.
And a physiology resit for that matter. That I thought to be my best course in preclinicals.
But anyways, instead of making a video.
I got shy.Loll, yea.
I get shy too.
During the new years eve, as they told us to rejoice. I did.
But in my inner thoughts I was like, what happens if I fail this resit.
I have to go back to 300?
I have to reread everything again? The terror!
I have to repay everything again?!!School fees, house rent?I will graduate 7+ years instead of 6+ years?The horror was biggggggggg.

I felt so…I don’t know, helpless.
Really those that have ever had the cause to fail or repeat at one time in life, I respect you all.
Having to go through this trauma and be strong. Respect.
There was a time I felt failure was err…but now, experience is a good teacher.Anyways I finally saw the results…

And the relieve was not from here, it was heavenly!!!

Congratulations to those who wrote with me too. actually got to know them a little too.
Anyways to the main discussion for today. My political interests.
My life aim whenever I do anything is to make impact.I am a type of person that doesn’t just like complaining alone.With complaints, I look for ways to change that problem I do not like.I complain that most youths don’t want to actually put themselves out there to help the country politically.
All we think about most times these days is “how I go hammer?” It is good to want to “hammer” but what is the point of “hammering” when you can’t do it proudly and peacefully in your country.
What is the point of “hammering” if where you are, your surrounding, your state, your country is not “hammering” with you.
Really to me, there is no point with that kind of “hammering “. Cos there is no legacy to leave for your children but a dashed and tattered country.

 

Let me be like martin Luther king Jr, ” I have a dream of Nigeria being recognized as an Amazing and reputable country not just a carrier of giant of Africa in vain.
I have a dream of where my children will be like thanks mum for giving birth to me in this amazing country.
I have a dream of a well constructed and ruled country with prestige and honor. Where people don’t run off to other countries but instead foreigners flock into our great Nation, Nigeria.
I have a dream of a great Nigeria ”
This dream is what spurred me to ask my colleagues to be elected as a Senator in my 200 level in veterinary medicine. To understand a little what politics might seem like.
Yes politics in the department was and is not like real life politics in Nigeria but phew, it was something!And this is where I will make a big shoutout to the Senate President, Mr Franklyn Oluwadare.
Lol sorry, it is not a video.
You sha wanted video, lol.

Surgeon, army lover and fashionista.

 


This guy, when I first saw him. I was like ” fine Bobo” but naaa my first impression removed the fine face away.
In the chamber, he didn’t care whether you were a presidents child, a newbie or a oldfry. He said his mind and stood for what was right. Not caring if it hurt or not.
When he became the President in my 300 level and I knew he deserved it.
As per I was the information officer, he didn’t let me have peace of mind about dissemination of information.
But thank God he was like that, it is as if he knows my nature. I need a lot of pushing. Thanks a lot sir.
I learnt a lot of things through you, I hope to get some of your traits as I grow.
The association and I know that in his regime, a lot of things changed positively.
Anywhere, I can vouch for him to be a good political candidate, as long as he doesn’t change his principles. Sir, please don’t change. We need more people like you.
And this is where I say the sad part, I will be leaving the senate house for academic reasons. I will be stepping down.
This is because I will be in the paraclinicals this year and people of God, the lecturers here don’t smile AT ALL.
I will be crazy to not cut down on things that I am doing.
But trust me, my dream, I will not let it go.
I will continue to understand what politics especially in Nigeria is.
For the greater good of my surrounding, my department, my state and my Nigeria.
For now, lowkey.
Peace.
Questions for the post.
Can you say you love Nigeria?
What is your personal reason or a reason you are not politically involved?
What are s
pecific things you hate or detest in Nigeria?
What do you think are possible solutions?
Thanks!

The Ibadan bus- the hustle

The discomfort was just too much but I could not open my mouth. If I did I would seem rude or something but my mind kept repeating the same
” People, fear God and close this thing na!”
“Please close your laps!”
For the greatest journey I will ever experience, this was the circle of thoughts for a while.
You know when people say “o je Wa Kang” or ” sco pu tu mana” or ” ki lo n Sele” or “the day you will never forget”
This fateful Sunday was the day I should be asked this.
Let me explain why I am going to be ranting for a while as I experienced sitting in this excessive sardine packed tin of a bus I took from Ibadan to Osogbo.
It all started from the journey from Okigwe, after having an awesome time in the presence of the Lord over the weekend we joyfully had a 10 hours journey back to Ibadan and got to scripture union by 5.
One thing led to another I had to take a bus from another garage that I normally do not take ( how I had to take this garage is another story).
Anyways on almost entering the bus, the first thing that met my eyes was that out of 60% of the passengers, I was the second feminine person to board it. For ladies reading this that companstand this kind of scenario, you know that this scenario always sets one weird alarm in your brain. But I was detamined! I wanted to go home for my sweet mamas post birthday celebration and greet daddy happy father’s day.
So I entered into the great forest of men thinking that will be the only problem. I went to the far back near a weirdly wide window. Later into the journey, my brain realized that the window should normally not be that size. One of the windows had been removed but at that moment, i chose that as my emergency escape. For incase anything happen laidis issa jappa something o. When I told my sister later she was like if rain now fell nko, I and the person will now be dragging one window for protection.
I paid the werdly cheap price and later found out that “we all paid for the price in truth”. Like! Why on Earth should Ibadan to Osogbo be 400 naira, well! Things are tough, at that time i was like “ayam a student if I see Bonanza we boooo”
If you dare say hustle, make you no….I slaipp you.
Anyways, Our great journey started, 4 people on every column of the bus!!!!! 4 people! People of God! 4! In a bus, that is not spacious enough and good enough. You know all those buses that the metal have jera tan. Yes, four of us in the back.
Now, imagine I was the only girl with four extra men seating beside me. Yes I didn’t make a mistake of putting four. Some men still had the audacity to lap themselves in the back! Unfortunately for me I was the sacrifice. As per I am a girl and the thinest( – 50kg), I was like the smallest fish in a sardine container with too much fishes inside or like the sandwich in between breads. The bus metal as one side of the bread and the men as the other side.
Now these men still had the boldness and heart to spread their laps! They had the igboya! Is this how life should be? Why do you men do this? If we are opening laps anyhow, will you like it, tell me will you like it?
( O ye perverts and Playboy’s if you dare say you will be happy, I will slaipp you!).
Please for future sakes, men opening your legs wide in the bus when obviously we are all managing is totally wrong. Opening your leg will not increase your ego or money or anything. Closing it won’t remove from you too, please lez EPP each other. Eshe o, adupe o.
On and on, we went in the tin of a car called bus. If you heard the sound of the bus you would think it was a need for speed scenario or fast and furious part 6 scene but when we were “overtaking” cars it was like we were in a snail shell and we were brought back to reality. This tin of a car was just an empty barrel that knows how to shout well.
I don’t know if it was the bus or the driver but i know that this journey made me feel like I had never passed this road before.Gbasgbosgba was our music. The small bumps lifted my below bag of cement weight off the chair like as if I was nothing. By the end I was not only needing paracetamol but massage for my body especially for my ischium side i.e. bumbum. The unnecessary gbasgbos got the passengers into few conversations but I am sure we all had more to say but we just wanted to go home.
The two things that gave me comfort were
1. The nice man beside me, one thing led to another and he turned to my travel guide. As we were getting to each town, he told me the name. He became my temporary google map. Thanks to people like that wherever you are.
2. In this funny, rough and crazy journey. One certain man could still sleep. Like!

    He could still sleep, and his sleep was not normal. Apart from the normal side to side and up to down movement of the bus this man had a movement of his own. To the right, stop, come back up to the left cine back to the back. He went 360° with no shame. In a crazy bus, I hail him! This man was my comic relief because a lot of things came to my mind.

This was my first ever night travel alone. I thought of kidnapping, robbery, car spoiling, etc. This man made things funny a little. Thanks to people like this too but in case Sir! Don’t sleep like that during fire outbreak too o.
Finally finally, someone wee think all the struggle. It will take us home. No. Our precious tin showed us pepper. It decided that “no, enough is enough. I can take it no more. This is where I abide. Clutch out. Goodnight”
Our dear driver still wanted us to push this tin to rise from the dead into the road again! Hmmm, choi. The love of money. Hustle ti poju.
Please if you know you have used something excessively. Take it for recycling. Let us stop pushing things to the limits before doing things. And when you have something take care of it well. When you have to service, service.
Make things better.
P.S I got home like to 10 thanks to another half-empty bus coming to our rescue with lot of gist to tell my “angry parents”. When they heard, they had to coolotemper.
P.S even though I had a good neighbour, I pushed my leg wide too o. They won’t kill me before I die, I did not wear long gown for nothing. Issa multipurpose something. E go be!

Story of THE BUS.

My Valentine’s name is rattus rattus.

February 14.

I was not particularly the type to anticipate special gifts on valentine. I was not part of the girls bundled with Teddy bears, red card gift and bar chocolate on this great day of love. I was always the observer “oohing” and “aahing”. This year felt different altogether though, I knew better things will come my way. There will be surprises and more happiness. So, a week to valentine day, I was already hyped in my body, soul and mind. God knew I was giving my all for this valentine whether I had a lover or not. Three days more and I got a god-sent package from a lover(don’t bother asking) and I am like “whatcha tell y’all” ,
I was so happy and gleeful that the day itself will be a bright day, so, I decided to fill up my box. I bought some sumptuous provision and was glad. People that check my status, you remember that soup I steal from? Yeah I made it before the great valentine, you know…some red stew for a red lovely day. Then valentine Eve came, and some strange feeling started crawling down my guts as I heard scrapping and scratching during the night. I was like “it is not Christmas, santa cannot try to be sneaking in or something. So what’s up?”
I ignored and ignored the sounds and squeaks. Thinking, “well…it is normal. Our room is a full ecosystem. The night is the time for the rats to play around. No palaba”. Then light came and I was busy with the word of God and later my books thanks to asuu calling off the strike and yet! I was still hearing these sounds. Such odasity!!!! On which planet do rats not keep quiet during the day, “it seems it has gotten a longer or larger guy to be as bold as this” I thought.
“Let me check my box” I said. Behold 2 packs of Indomie half-eaten (like can’t they ever just finish one before going to the second) and my milk battered and destroyed.
And I figured that I made the perfect valentine spot overnight with the perfect menu for them. They were always beans eater but with my sudden supply and change of menu. They felt ” oh valentine oh valentine! You bless us so with new and sweeter things! We thank thee”
So they merried and cherried while the owner of the restaurant was yet to even celebrate well enough.
Oh people of God, I believe by the end of this week these rats will meet their demise. They will be crucified! Nailed to the cross! Because love and miracles are over, it is time for sacrifice.¥
P.S ☺️☺️☺️☺️ right now, if you know you will know I am totally not fine😑😖😖😖why do rats exist!!! But, what is life without a little drama! I still know I will enjoy today, thanks to the loved ones that have me in mind. I love you, I seriously do even if I don’t show it enough. God loves you more😘