It was beyond amazing, the stunting event put forward by the TEC technicians on Friday, the eleventh day of March, ’16.
Ranging from the logistics and grading from the aesthetics, not even the blind man would dare tell us that the Manifesto 3.0 was not dope.
My sitting in the crowd of heads that exhausted the seats at the annex made me observe well the prowess of the representatives of all the LSS’ societies. My being there wasn’t free of hanky-panky acts as virtually everyone who sighted me reeled in their questions as to my not participating in the battle of words. To be frank, I cautiously digested that I need up my game in the Public Speaking after witnessing the ‘Jaw war’ between some 3 distinguished speakers. I doff my hat to the head-bursters.
The executive members were sighted sacked up in their smart suits capable of soothing even the coldest body. That piece is hot! Yeah! It is the real definition of swag.
The undeniable presence of the invited guests of honour is enough a commendable salute for the event-planners.
I was not very much shocked as the two freshers by my side vowed to get the membership form of this awesome chamber.
Now a twist.
It is well known, though infamous that Akokites in general never cease to question the presence of ‘item 7’ whenever invited to any event. Want a proof, send an invite bc to the Class of ’19 group chat and experience the replies that follow.
Or better still, go over to MARIERE and sound through the sound system your interest in making guys turn up for your events… The echoes from the riddled windows will make you as a person celebrate the importance of food.
I’m cock-sure the TEC planners weren’t devoid of this ‘inevitable chaw craving’ as they planned to give to every one attendee a photocopy piece of scrambled paper tagged ‘the food tag’. Adding to their drive of making everyone feel filled by saving the money meant for Red Bricks or Aganyi Palace on that Friday, these technicians judiciously have their food packages packaged and displayed at the Annex corridor and to ensure no one plays a hard and fast rule, all doors inserting annex were locked with the dangling keys hand held by some fellows possessing the dangling roundies beneath their homely attires.
This segment which was the last of the battle of tongues, ‘The Manifesto’ is the most ugly as the supposed ‘Food Supplier’ soiled the whole stunt of that amazing event.
The lady reportedly was not an executive of the Tec Republic and little wonder she cares not if the chambers’ reputation and image is trampled upon in a jiffy. Her mean and frowning face gazingly staring at attendees on queue is quick to tell us how ever ready she his to stick her fingers in anyone smart player’s eyes. Just try play tricks by attempting to collect ‘food’ twice and see her pounce on you in no time. The dufil crackers sacheted in black nylons were handed to everyone on the queue as they go on to collect the ‘packaged puff-puff’ and a bottle of one Kola and Kunle telling on the bottles, their story of getting lemons.
A ‘victim’ at last. As one innocent ‘Tecnician’ exco in a bid to help a friend get chaw mistakenly handed his exco tag in place of the food tag to his bi-spectacled fella. Like a ready made machine gun designed for World War III, this ‘food supplier’ with immediacy, finished completely the exco’s padi with words best to describe the hungry, homeless and begging beggar you see by the gutter at Agege or Mushin. Sigh! As if that was not enough, this ‘iron-lady’ gave no time for time to waste as she called the Exco names that are better imagined. Words like ‘What the f***?’ ‘What the h**l’? Were used to deface these actors all because of their mistakes. She quotedly concluded ‘he was trying to play smart on me. He is very very stupid!’
Her words and display of them left every one witness in great shock as if Lucifer was about to loose out on the inhabitants of planet law.
‘It was a very pathetic scene to witness. Nothing made me more sympathetic than the speculations that she might have an epileptic future for herself as a law student.’ Explained my saddened reporter.
What an impressive event!
What a massive turn out!
What a set of organized excos!
What an overwhelming mics of speakers!
What a very beautiful day!
But the last straw:
What a derogatory put up by the ‘food-supplier’. You may go on cry for her and peradventure she promises to change, she should do it in no time as her time for amendment in Akoka is but a pinchy one.
This is is a piece pulled out of a pool of reports coupled with some drive to correct the recurrence of such ugly incidence as portrayed above. As law students, we’re being talked down to put up the ‘fit and proper character’ every time. It is of golden importance that we ensure we are not of contribution to actions that will devoid others acting up to expectations. This we should learn to do in our usage of words and in all forms of actions.
May our dreams be divinely inspired and our aspirations, perfectly aced even as embryonic lawyers.