Hi there! Welcome to the Wild Lounge. Before going any further, a brief introduction
of what you’re about to get into, so you can fully grasp what we’re about.

The Wild Lounge is not by any measure, your average lounge where drinks, and
chops are served. No. What we serve here is ice cold sarcasm. Yes we ridicule societal
vices and defects here. So, now that you’re acquainted with what it is we do here, let’s
progress to the business of today. Oh, by the way, my name is Ignis, and I’ll be your host
for this episode and subsequent ones too.

Today, let’s talk about the electricity supply (or lack thereof) and hike in price of
everything in our “dear” country, Nigeria. Now, my parents once told me that in the
distant past, Nigeria was a land flowing with milk and honey, there was an excellent
economy, electricity was top notch, and there was really no need to travel. Apparently,
that was a very distant past. Now, things have CHANGED. And it’s all for good. I mean,
what kind of insane government provides its people with constant electricity?? Does it
make sense? The other day, my cousin (who lives in some white man’s land) told me
there was a serious storm that later led to power outage for two hours and he said there
was a consequent ruckus. And I was just shaking my head like “Two hours??” and it’s
not like it happens that way all the time. The Western world is indeed demented. Having
such an outrageous supply of electricity?? Nonsense. Who does that?? Here in Nigeria,
we set the pace, oh how I love this beautiful country. Whenever, PHCN gives us light for
up to eighteen out of twenty four hours, we complain to them that it’s too much, because
it really doesn’t make sense. It’s unfair. If one part of Lagos for example has electricity
supply for eighteen hours, what about the other part?? We have to be rational, so the
light can go round. If we have too much light, it’s bad actually. It makes us start to live,
think, and behave like the whites, and we shouldn’t allow that, because we’re made of
black. And we only need just a little amount of light to live. What do we even need light
for? Pressing clothes, charging phones, and watching Premier/Champions League?? If
we hadn’t let the British in, we wouldn’t need all that, and we’d be fine. After all, nobody
colonised Britain. Who knows maybe we’d have colonised some other country? Anyway,
back to the issue of electricity, I respect the Nigerian government under the past few
leaders for trying to ensure that nobody ever has light for more than four to five hours a
day, and in some cases, a month. It’s helped us to focus more on our best gift,
importation (of generators, amongst others). And this directly or indirectly brings us to
the next point.

If you’ve lived in Nigeria as long as I have, you’d have realized that something very
wrong has been happening in the area of the cost of things. Take for example, coaster
biscuits. In my very much younger days, you could buy like four sachets for just #5, the
same way you could buy gala for #50, I mean the fat gala with actual beef in it. Now,
why in the world would you buy that fat thing for #50, are you on drugs?? Thank God for
our leaders who took it upon themselves to start hiding huge sums of money in their
pipes, cupboards, and so on, so that the value of the naira can further drop and then we
can truly appreciate the value of the things we buy (and stop buying them anyhow). And
the effect of this “dollar cost” trust me, it’s really been humbling. Normally, I was the kind
of person who’d buy a Pepsi with almost anything. Even with sweet. But, I recently discovered sachet water (due to the economic “situation”). I also discovered that there is
more power in your “Legzus” than in Uber Select. And also if you really look at it, 1.5gb of
data makes a whole lot more sense than 3.5gb. We really do have our leaders to thank
for such an achievement. What I don’t now understand is the rumours that some Two faced celebrity wanted to protest against the affairs of Nigeria. As if it’s not been the
norm. I don’t blame him though, I assume he did it in all Innocence.
Honestly, I would’ve loved to go on and on, but my battery wouldn’t let me, and we’re
only due for light in 24 hours. But until then, I have to go and join my “fellow Americans”
in protesting against the building of the Mexican wall, because once it’s built, Nigeria will
Plix, one last thing, What do you call a vacation that is taken as a break from

Written By Mayowa Akinyemi

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Posted by on February 24, 2017 in Columns, The Wild Lounge


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Ever had days when you enter some commercial vehicles especially danfo, and moments after you step in, you wish you didn’t but it’s too late to get off? I guess this is one of such unfortunate days for me.
“wizzy boy make me dance, daddy yo ma…” blares in my eardrums through my earpiece, as I step into this danfo heading to Ikeja. With the several stupid emotional vibes coming from all around (but then, today is Feb 14. What do I expect?) I need to block them out with something loud.
If only I knew Baba Nla couldn’t save me today.
Valentine day is a one-time thing where people show love, feel love and share gifts of all… sorts. Wonderful. Nothing wrong with that. But please what’s with using your own to disturb other people edakun? Because right now I don’t understand why this bus driver is playing All Of Me by “Uncle Legend”. Doesn’t he know that I’m heartbroken and don’t need this at the moment. Like oga, try again later. Sigh.
“I’ll just increase the volume of the music on my phone and hope this nuisance ends soon.”
Unfortunately, it doesn’t but gets louder instead.
“I know you love me; I know you care…” was next on his playlist.
Is all over! I’m finally going to cry and embarrass myself in public. I sincerely hope my village people are content now!
At this point, I decide to ditch my earpiece, since it has become as useless as Vic O. Igbo boys and counterfeit creations. Smh. Please my friend reading this, be careful of all these “omonna people”. I mean, take a good look at me, grumbling inside about valentine and love songs. Why?
1. one good-looking Chima broke up with me on the eve of valentine
2. some Igbo bros did not think to make original earpiece that’ll have saved me now from this present predicament.
In other words, Igbo boys will ruin your life. Run.
Shortly after the next track comes on on from the bus stereo, people literally begin to sing along. I turn to look at the “culprits” and see young happy chaps, one elderly woman and our beloved conductor nodding to the rhythm. One out of style lad (who wears sandals when suited up?) beside me is even whistling
Rubbish and nonsense
“I cannot wait to get off this bus”, I think to myself as I stare out the window.

Passing by Maryland, I notice a quote on a billboard saying “Always look out for the sunshine after the rain.” It is at this point that things become clear to me.
There’ll always be rainy seasons as one journeys through life, seemingly lasting for ages. Gloomy and melancholic times. However, there’s the sunshine just right behind, waiting for its turn, to turn gloomy to glorious and melancholy to merry.
This is my sunshine. This is my new beginning Alas; I knew what I had to do

I join into the joyous sappy mood because my brother, eyan le ku at any point in time. I’m alive and hopeful. I will sing love songs. I will count my blessings.

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The Faculty of Law, Unilag Football Association(FLUFA), is organising
the First Edition of the Club System that would run through all the
levels in the Faculty. The tournament comprises four teams consisting
of players from the five levels.
The teams are:
1. Donchester united
2. Skylords FC
3. Vado FC and
4. Mafia FC
Players from the different levels have been drafted into different
teams to promote unity as well as to help young players gain
experience before the forthcoming pre-season games and the Professor
Abiola Ojo sports festival and also to keep the older players fit.

The tournament started on Saturday, 11th February with the following fixtures
Vado FC vs Donchester United
Mafia FC  vs Skylords FC
This promises to be one hell of a tournament.

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Posted by on February 23, 2017 in LSS Games, Sports Yarn


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Chicken Soup For Country Soul
Disclaimer – This is not a cook book!

You know, just like every other teenage soul, I had no interest in books like Chicken Soup For The Soul. Trust me.
However, two years ago, I got about eight classics, at the same time; Zig Ziglar, Jack Canfield, Myles Monroe, Napoleon Hill and others. My journey started.
My relationship with Chicken Soup For The Soul, however, started in 2016, long after I read Jack Canfield’s ‘How To Get From Where You Are To Where You Want To Be’. Jack is blunt and that’s a good thing. I got a spin off of Chicken Soup For The Soul, it’s anniversary edition containing stories from literally all the Chicken Soup books and I couldn’t wait to read more.
This week, I read Chicken Soup For The Country Soul and its a must-read for everyone.
My reviews are a bit informal but enjoy!.
Chicken Soup For The Country Soul.
Chicken Soup For The Soul Books.
Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Rom Camacho.
Inspirational/Motivational Book.

CSFTCS is a collection of short stories revolving around the American country music industry, Nashville; it’s stars; their fans and life, in general. Now, these stories may be centred about country music but it’s more than that. It’s life, in a closer look.
There are stories on Love and Kindness, On Family, The Power of Faith, Living The Dream, Overcoming Obstacles and Hardships and The Power of A Song.
Some stories made me reflect, some made me cry, others made me want to never stop dreaming and some made me belly-out with laughter.
The book is divided into six sections, with each having a number of stories. On Love And Kindness contained stories of giving, impacting kindness and love. On Family contained stories of a father’s love, the power of family, the love of a wife, loss and so on. The Power Of Faith was that section that taught me to keep on believing! Living The Dream contained stories of struggle, trying to make it in the music business and in life, dreaming big and never giving up. Overcoming Obstacles and Hardships was the reminder that tough times never last but tough people do! The Power Of A Song was the perfect never-ending end to stories that are more than stories. It was the reality that songs should be more than songs. Music should heal, should have a message and it can, it already has!
It’s amazing that some of these stories are true stories. Some, fiction but not any less mind-blowing.
As my friend, Rafiat once said, ‘So many words’. But, now, these are so many words of impact, imprinting impact.
You know, reading about all these stars in the papers, watching them on Tv, they look so high up there. In a way, reading this book, reading their stories, by them and by others deeply humanises them, at least for me. Dolly Parton wrote ‘I Will Always Love You’. I sincerely never knew until I read this. I’ve always known Whitney Houston for the song. In her story, she describes her encounter with a fan whose life was changed by the song. The Power Of A Song.
Stories like Teddy Bear, The Frog Finally Got Its Wings, God bless the U.S.A, A Special Gift will never leave me.
I can say for a fact that I have learnt so much. From reading a book, yes. It’s funny how some things just really get to you.
I think I started getting the whole inspiration vibe, from the Acknowledgment segment of the book.
(Yes, I actually read The Preface)
The words the authors wrote.
That’s all I have to say.

One of my favourite things about the book is the little quotes above each story. Here’s my favourite one!
Your talent is God’s gift to you. How you use it is your gift to God.
– Country Saying.

Chicken Soup For The Country Soul is an excellent read, with great content and great writing. Each story, distinct, yet has a connective bond with the next. It’s refreshing. It was written in 1998, almost twenty years ago. Yet, reading it in 2017, it still works! It’s a timeless piece.
I highly recommend the other Chicken Soup For The Soul books as well as ‘How To Get From Where You Are To Where You Want To Be’ by Jack Canfield.
You’ll love them!

Rating – A

Review by Titilope Adedokun

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The name I was called,
The name she gave me,
I had so much trust in her,
I had so much love for her ,
For her I could give my life,
For her I gave my happiness,
Everything she said was law,
Everything she wished was my command,
For in her I found my purpose, a reason to carry on,
In her, I found a reason to believe, albeit I believed with imprudence,
In her I found an excuse to leave and die another day,
For to and fro she tossed me like the tempest waves of the seas,
To and fro I went to do her bidding,
Yea, I was on the verge of sinking,
Nay, I do not want to sink anymore,
For captain of my ship she had become
And I had no firm grip on the wheels of my ship;
Free, I stand at the bank of the river
Taking in a deep breath, finally feeling the wind of freedom caressing my skin
Now, I fear that history repeats itself,
For in her eyes that sparkle like Orion’s belt, I see nothing but transience,
A daily reminder of the impermanence that suggets the inevitability that awaits me,
For every time she walks away
The pain is heart wrenching
One I cannot bear
Maybe I am wrong
Maybe history indeed is repeating itself
Or maybe I am just being what men call
                                        Yours Truly,
                                     Tales of the Phoenix.

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Posted by on February 16, 2017 in Metanoia, Opinion


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Prophet Samuel wasn’t mincing words when he told Saul, “Obedience is better than sacrifice.” If only I had followed that maxim religiously, literally. I mean, the goodly old chap on the steering of the Keke told me to ‘hold my Fifty Naira change’ before I entered. As usual, I didn’t listen. I always assume that there will be well-meaning passengers on the tricycle that would help me out with ‘change’. Today of all days, everybody slied. Change…oh Lord, that word just reminded me of 2015 and our President in limbo.
Basically, the man emptied the bucket of steaming frustration on me before setting out on the task I had selfishly assigned him. I nursed the silent, silly hope that he’d get the other ‘Change’ wherever it was hidden. As expected, he barely returned with the Four Hundred and Fifty Naira that was never going to last me through this auspicious day of sweet-smelling roses, recycled virginities (or lost, at the very least) and generally, the so-called ‘love’ that’s in the air. If only holding your breath for seventeen hours couldn’t kill.
Who was the unlucky girl? We may (or may not) come to that….
At the car park, I met the usual ever-expanding, infamous line that has as many twists as Game of Thrones. If my class wasn’t the 8 o’clock class that would have commenced less than ten minutes from then, I’d have gladly ‘legged’ it to my wonderful faculty under the scorching Unilag sun. But either way, I remained on the losing end; between the devil and the deep grey lagoon. I wish I could have old someone to keep a seat for me, but at this level, everyone’s pretty much a sly at heart. Another thing I hate is the fact that the cabs drop you off deep in the main campus, meaning you still have to walk to the faculty. We have our own library. We have our dress code. We have a decoration…sorry, ‘lounge’, to ourselves. It’s high time we got our own cab network, just saying.
By noon, I’d gotten past yet another C.T lecture at the hands of Dr Fogam in the steaming Annex, which was a heavy contrast to the supposed chilled mood of today. On the bright side, I was lecture-free for the rest of the day. I and Deji, my equally-wonderful friend, were supposed to hang out with other 300 Level guys at the Lagoon front. However, the sly landed a Mass Communications babe a week earlier. The probably went to Ozone to see a movie or something. But that’s his problem; I’m not the one with an epileptic G.P.
Or maybe I’m just pained over my hard luck.
My crush is a delectable twenty-year old light-skinned goddess who also happens to be in Year Three. I mean, this girl’s beauty can cure cancer. And her eyes pierce through my soon-to-be friend-zoned soul, much deeper than the pointiest and the most lethal of Cupid’s trusty arrows ever can. I know he doesn’t exist, but I maintain the stand that Cupid fires arrows without sense. I’m very sure he was high on Roman weed or Dionysian wine when he shot me with those destiny-resetting arrows. I mean, how come? We’re practically opposites. We’re in different fellowships (she takes it far more seriously than I do). She’s in Oputa and I’m in Teslim Elias. She’s fair (I must mention it again) and I’m practically dark compared to her (some people…many people see me as fair, though). But it’s my fault. Na me f@%k up.
Oge will curve you, I didn’t listen. Don’t date someone in your level, I didn’t hear. Have a backup plan, straight to the deaf ears. Don’t think of dating someone in your faculty, I turned deaf ears to that too…okay that last fact is quite debatable. But the points still hold.
I saw Oge just once today. As the aspiring HOC that she is, she was busy with everything and everybody. I’m saying this because, you know, she was scarce. To make matters worse for me earlier today, Deji told me to tag along with him and his bae on their romantic outing. Like I told myself before, I would never be a third wheel or a wingman; not today, not ever. And I was never going to fall for the card and the rose that I found in my bag after Deji left. Some random chic told me how I’m ‘the most wonderful person’ and a ‘darling’. And it was signed ‘Oge’ instead of the ‘Justine Skye’ I was expecting. Olohun Oba.
I knew it was a prank by some of the guys. They assumed that I’d walk up to Oge and thank her, only to receive the embarrassing news of her not having sent it. Edakun, try again later. Tossing the obviously-recycled ‘package’ into the nearest bin (it’s the bin for cans, but who cares?), I set sail to ‘recuddle’ bae. I’ve kept my bed waiting for far too long.
The call I just hung up on is sending serious shrills down my spine (or whatever’s left of it). I’m dead sure my lies and my gratitude were anything but convincing. Oge actually sent me a Valentine gift in the form of a Mavise food voucher worth 3K. The guys could have done some telecoms magic, changed her caller ID and simulated her voice, but I don’t want to know. What I know is that there’s a food voucher somewhere around the faculty, waiting for the rightful owner to retrieve it in stealth clothes. Don’t ask me who that guy is
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Posted by on February 15, 2017 in Literature/Writing


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Hello and good day. The greatest stories ever told are always the ones that involve rebirth. Or the conquering of a nemesis. Stories like ‘Hercules’ finally manning up and defeating Hades in his own cabal and ‘The Phoenix’ rising from the dying flames and ashes to become version 2.0, or even Buhari finally succeeding in his bid for the presidency (allow us please, we’re going somewhere). The point is this is one of such stories, albeit in a slightly different context.

       In the faculty of law, there has also been those select individuals who make the business of everyone else their own business. These individuals who by the blood of their pens and strength of their intellect, seek to simply inform the world the best way they know how…by writing. They are the fashion police, the gossip columnists, social media warlords, political commentators and sports analysts. They breathe to write and write to breathe. You may know them by many names but to us, they are simply ‘The Blog Committee’ and today we present these maestros to you. Meet the 2017 Blog Committee.

​1. Charles Durueke

Class of ’21

Segment: photojournalism, fiction

– Charles is a witty chap (from another dimension) with an unbreakable love for FC Barcelona, jollof rice and most importantly, writing.

2. Efemena Gabriel Enivwenaye

Class of ’20

Segment: sports

– Efe is in love with sports. He believes his sporting knowledge definitely influences his writing.

3. Titilope Adedokun

Class of ’20

Segment: lifestyle, reviews, interviews

– Titilope is a writer who dreams of an incredible future complete with great people, amazing opportunities, fancy flowers and great food.

4. Oyindasola Onwuchekwa

Class of ’20

Segment: literature/writing, News and Events

– Oyindasola is a female young person who loves to read and write about everything under the sun. She sees writing as a way of expressing her imagination and gets her inspiration from real life experiences (sometimes)

5. Martin Achimugu

Class of ’20

Segment: fiction

– Martin is a big fan of movies and animations and is either asleep or eating most of the time.

6. Joshua Nwabuikwu

Class of ’20

Segment: imaginative writing

– Joshua is a rebel, anti conventional and is a hip hop head.

7. Dolapo Omotoso Oreoluwa

Class of ’19

Segment: barely legal

– Dolapo is a social writer who believes a single day in Lagos has a thousand stories just waiting to be told.

8. Folashade Edun

Class of ’19

Segment: literature/writing

– Folashade has a keen eye for details around her and out of this profound observation for her environment stems her love for writing.

9. Oluwatoyin Fadoju

Class of ’19

Segment: opinion

– Oluwatoyin is a purpose driven woman whose passion lies in making people understand the deeper aspects of life and this she firmly believes has influenced her writing.

10. Samuel Ajayi

Class of ’19

Segment: politics

– Samuel Ajayi is SamAzing, an award winning debater and Pen Lord.

11. Ayomide Alajogun

Class of ’19

Segment: poetry

– Ayo considers herself too awesome for this planet. She is a hopeless romantic who can find a song to sing for everything you say. She is also a music junkie.

12. Olamide Davis

Class of ’19

Segment: law geek

– Olamide hopes to inspire the world, one article at a time.

13. Taiwo Famakinde

Class of ’19

Segment: opinion

– passionate writer. music freak

14. Miracle Eme

Class of ’18

Segment: fiction

– Miracle is an ambivert and avid writer with an addiction for the written word.

15. Oluwamayowa Akinyemi

Class of ’18

Segment: News and Events, fiction

– Oluwamayowa is a twenty-something year old multifaceted artist, avid reader of almost anything written in English, the first of three children and enjoys writing both fact and fiction.

16. Tomiwa Adebanjo

Class of ’18

Segment: diaries, fiction

– Greatness in a small human form; lover of beans.

Great Opara

Class of ’18

Segment: Blog admin

– First of his name. Writer. Public Speaker. Defender of the Blog

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