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THE WILD LOUNGE – DELIRIUM

THE WILD LOUNGE – DELIRIUM

   Hi there, I’m Ignis. And yes, I’m still very much alive, thank you. I’ve been home for an eternity now and a lot has been happening: From one strike to another, and then insurgency, ant-terrorism (something about some serpent dancing), and most of all,….a “struggle for another Biafra“. You see that last one? That’s what I want to talk about today.

  Now, I’ve been seeing posts by “celebs” and other relevant parties, some (definitely unemployed or unencumbered) youth talking about dialogue and how the whole Biafra issue is gonna affect us negatively, and I’m over here like “Una dey mad??” Who’s scared of a war?? Let’s fight this war! I’m in support! Is it not backwardness we’re used to in this country?? Is it not what we appreciate?? And low key, do we, each and all, not just want a “nation” comprising only our tribe? Which is obviously the solution to the problem that “the White man created”? We were doing just fine in our own tribes and villages and there was no Nigeria. There was no need for a Nigeria. But then, some idiot with the moustache came and did amalgamation and united everybody as one against our will. Nonsense! We don’t want! Why be Nnamdi Azikiwe, when you can be Nnamdi Kanu?? Why don’t we let the ramblings of one man -who until recently, had been abroad and observing the leadership (or lack thereof) of this country, and by creating some wiseass radio station, is now agitating for what ought to have been done since,- move us forward and in the right direction?? Why are we so resistant to change?? The only way forward is to all go our separate ways! Let the Igbos go with their Yaba and Marina markets, their Iheanacho, their PSquare, their Tekno, and their Ofe Nsala, ain’t nobody need that sh*t! Let the Hausas go with their Obioma, their expertise in shoe shining and money changing, let them go with their plenty money, their fine babes, and their tomatoes, we do not want! We’re done! Let’s have Biafra, Northern Nigeria, and Southwestern Nigeria with Lagos as the capital, (the rest of you cannot have your own country, you’re in the minority), and let’s see how well that works. That’d be great, yeah? So, if you have an Igbo landlord in Lagos and you’re still trying to save up for rent, stop! Use that money to buy an AK-47 and when the landlord comes asking for his bar, you step up to him like bang dada dang, and open fire on the “fool” like “Skrrrrraaa! Pop pop ka ka ka! Skibbi did pop pop!” and “Brrrr boom poom poom!” Nonsense! Whatever happens next is your responsibility though, my own is to incite madness and ignorance..

  Seriously though, I like the way this is all going,…cause at this rate, we’ll all be free of each other and we’ll be a much better…..confederation or whatever? We’ll sha be on our own, it’s easier to be led by someone that’s your kinsman, so that you don’t come here and start lying against Buhari and Jonathan, see Brazil? No problem. See India? No problem. See Britain? No problem. See Jamaica? No problem. Let’s be like those ones, and leave all these other dumbass Africans in their stagnancy. Even Trump realises that too many peoples in one entity issa problem. For example, if the slaves had returned to their land after “civilisation“, we wouldn’t have the Kardashians

  So, guys, that’s basically it for today, but before I go, who else has noticed that everyone seems to be using this Whatsapp status feature as a cheaper alternative to Snapchat??
Written by Mayowa Akinyemi


Disclaimer: The views herein expressed are strictly that of the writer. The Lss Blog assumes no responsibility for whatever interpretation may be made of its content.

 

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CHRONICLES OF THE ILLEGALLY LEGAL S2E8

CHRONICLES OF THE ILLEGALLY LEGAL S2E8

The life expectancy of the average Nigerian is 53.05 years. Now, I’ll be a year older on Sunday and two things came to my mind upon finding out the above information: (1) lol we are fucked in this country and (2) who exactly is the average Nigerian?

Since I am certain that number one is something we are all aware of, my focus therefore is on number two. Average. Again, who exactly is the average Nigerian and how can I ensure that my life is absolutely nothing like his so that I don’t end up dying when I’m 53.05 years old? 

These are the thoughts that consume me as I go about my business today. Our beloved country Nigeria is wavering on the brink of turmoil…not just our country sef but the entire world, with hurricanes in the west, political instability in the east, wars and conflict in the north and a different problem just about every where else, some people have confidently sworn that the earth has reached its end. And they just might be right. However, just in case they are wrong and the world doesn’t end in 2017 or 2018 or any other time soon, I think it’s a pretty wise idea to continue planning for the future, while keeping in mind that the life expectancy is still 53.05 years for the average Nigerian.

Today is day number 33 of the ongoing ASUU strike. Today is also a Friday, the start of the glorious weekend, but the thing is, in my opinion, weekends are only fantastic when you actually need to rest (or turn tf up) cos of the rigours of the week. Where however, due to thorough inactivity, there’s no bloody difference between the week and the weekend, what exactly are you celebrating please? My strike experience has been pretty mixed thus far. When the strike was initially declared, I was one of many naive, hopeful idiots who felt that it would end as quickly as it began and the Federal government would settle the aggrieved lecturers and all would be back to normal. Lmao! As if we don’t know our dear country. This hope did keep me in school for the next couple of weeks though, and lemme tell you something, Unilag can be very alright when you have the money, you don’t stay in the hostel and you have the right connect. But like all other good things, it must end and the money did end thus forcing me to return home. And here begins my problem. Home.

You see the place I call home is very different from whatever cave you reside in. I live in Satellite Town, and the most famous and important thing about Satellite Town is that it’s beside Festac Town and if that’s not the definition of average then I don’t know what is. The only thing to do in this place is to leave. Like, that’s it. That’s literally all we do for fun here: leave Satellite Town. While in school, you’ll hear all these deliciously exciting stories about all the many many many children of Unilag that live either here or around, but when you’re actually living here yourself, when you wake up and go to bed every damn day in this place, you start to realize that someone, somewhere lied. Maybe it’s just me yunno? Maybe there’s something I’m not doing right, maybe I haven’t joined the Satellite Town WhatsApp group or something, so many maybes. However, one thing that’s not a maybe, is that I ache to leave this place.

My estate is a very quiet place, most of the youth raised here use school as a means of escape and only return during the holidays. Me, if I had my way, I’d never come back even during the holidays…sha maybe just to see one or two of those very fine females who’ve gone abroad or to private universities and come back with all the latest errm tricks and surprises, but that’s a story for another day. Today, I have decided to make the best of things and live life to the fullest. These are the thoughts that occupy my mind as I prepare to go grocery shopping at the local supermarket. I’m doing shi that I would usually never even think about for a ‘trip’ within my environs…combing my hair and beard, putting on cologne, wearing a watch and sunglasses etc. I step in front of the mirror to peruse my appearance and I am thoroughly satisfied. There’s no way my life expectancy is 53.05 years as I am like this, no way. It’s impossible. Never! As I step out of the gate, I make a promise to myself that all this fine boy shall not be in vain.

Fast forward two hours later and it appears that Satellite Town has defeated me once again. A very important question that might pop up in your mind is “who goes grocery shopping for two hours within his own neighborhood?”. This is not a question I’m prepared to answer at the moment, so let’s just move on. I’m hot (not in the good way), depressed, annoyed, irritated and the only thing on my mind now is just getting home and using air conditioner to kill myself. I drag my feet to the checkout point and dump my goods on the counter for the cashier to assess my financial liability. She makes an attempt at humor but is completely cowered by the look of utter savagery on my face. That’s good. At least if I can scare her into miscalculating then today shall not be an utter waste.

The beautiful thing about life is, when you’re down and almost completely out, the universe (or in my case, your Igbo ancestors) sends something or someone to pick you back up. I dip my hand into my back pocket to get out my ATM card and pay for my purchases and in the process, I get this familiar tingling sensation in my spine and I smile to myself. My radar has never deceived me and it will not start now. I sniff the air and confirm…there’s a babe in the building. I eventually spot her and in the next twenty minutes or less, I walk up to this miracle of a human being and discover just about everything there is to know about her. Lol well not everything, not yet😁

My miracle and I walk out of the supermarket side by side, gisting, laughing and utterly oblivious to everything and everyone.  I accompany her to a black car apparently driven by her mum, she gets in, says something to mother miracle, her mum turns around, sizes me up and then waves at me like someone who just met her future son-in-law. I wave back like my life depends on it, I wave as if the car is on fire and my hands can put it out, I wave like….well you get the point. The car reverses and they drive away and I’m standing there, smiling and waving like I just won Mr Nigeria 2017. 

As I make the walk back to my house, I am in incredibly high spirits. The sun is brightly shining, the birds are singing the abokis are aboking and I feel like dancing. Nothing can bring me down right now, not even the bastard okada man that almost runs me over as I cross the road.

I get back to my house and I remember the life expectancy article I read in the morning as well as my birthday on Sunday and I laugh to myself. 

Average kor, 53.05 is not my portion in Jesus name.

Great Opara

 

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DÈNOUEMENT

DÈNOUEMENT

She is staring at the woman in front of her. Her face is a rainbow of mottled blue and purple.

She is spotting a black swollen eye that feels painful to look out.

Amaka rotates her neck and the woman does the same.

She touches her face as the woman in the mirror does the same.

The woman staring back with a blackish purple eye the vivid hue of those native pears, ube, is her.
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Last night Dayo had flown into one of his customary rages and punched her in the face.

The argument was a harmless one or had at least started off as one until he snapped and proceeded to pummel her like a pugilist in a KO match.

Then after his fit had ended,he had come back to beg and enclose her in his arms.

She had wept in his arms while he had stroked her hair and promised for the umpteenth time he wouldn’t do it, he was sorry, he wouldn’t hurt her again.

He had gently tended to the bruises he had inflicted himself and drawn a hot bubble bath for her.

This morning he had continued in the role of perfect husband and brought her breakfast in bed, with a side of painkillers. He had stroked her sore face tenderly and promised never to lay a finger on her again. 

She had lain in bed long after he left, fingering the lank strands of her braids, remembering that this wasn’t the first time he had made this promise.

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Now he is off to work while she hides inside, like a vampire afraid of the sun. 

She doesn’t want the prying pitiful looks the neighbours will give her and the stammering excuses she will have to give them.

She stands up and winces as she attempts to stretch her sore joints.

She has to use the toilet and hobbles painfully to the Italian tiled room with its antique shower head and clawed foot bathtub.

 Her husband has always liked luxurious living.

She washes her hands when she is done and stares at her reflection in the mirror for a moment.

She touches her bruised face and winces.

Suddenly she is fed up of this…this craziness.

Amaka looks back at the woman in the mirror, touches her swollen eye and split lip and makes a decision.

She opens her wardrobe and searches for the burgundy handbag she took to church last Sunday.

Last Sunday was thanksgiving and Dayo had insisted on their attending the service ,even though his fists had met her face the night before after a drinking bout with his friends.

She had woken up early to prepare and don the mask of makeup required to hide her bruises.

She had tried her best but some bruises stubbornly refused to be hidden. Subsequently, she had worn a big hat and kept her face down during the service.

The woman in the navy blue suit, the one with the puffed up shoulders, the kind she and her sisters had often sniggered at, calling them “choir mistress suits“, kept on staring at her during the service. She had stared until Amaka began to feel uncomfortable and pulled her hat down lower.

After the service, when Amaka had rushed to relieve her bladder, the woman had waited for her outside the restroom.

Amaka had started walking away when the woman tapped her. She turned and the woman had smiled kindly at her before stuffing a pamphlet and complimentary card into her hand.

Before Amaka could ask her anything, she turned away and melted into the crowd milling around the front doors of the church.

Amaka didn’t read the pamphlet that day or even the next.

She had forgotten about it until Wednesday when she stumbled upon it when she opened the bag to pay for her groceries at the supermarket.

She had read the pamphlet in the car before driving home. It was for a NGO advocating against domestic violence. The woman in the navy suit was it’s director apparently. The NGO’s website was listed and when she got home,she had immediately looked it up.

She had read stories of women like her who had suffered violence in their relationships silently and had finally spoken up and left such abusive relationships. The NGO had aided these women by way of counselling, rehabilitation and providing legal services for those who required it. The director’s number was listed on the complimentary card and Amaka had stared at it for a long time, toying with the idea of dialling the number before dropping the card back in her bag.

Today, there was no debate as to calling the NGO.

This camel’s back has already been broken by the final straw.

She reaches into the bag and takes the card out. 

With suddenly shaky fingers, she dials the number.

The call is picked and a warm female voice says softly :” Hello”

With her breath catching in her throat, she begins to speak.
Written by Miracle Eme

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MY FAVOURITE IG PAGES

I get that as law students we barely have enough time to read, talkless of social media. But breathe, live a little and check these out. 


1. Humans of New York

@humansofny

My favourite thing about Humans Of New York has to be the unpredictable, random nature of the stories and photographs. I love that its clearly unorchestrated. The stories are amazing. From the series to the everyday stories, if you don’t learn a thing or two, then you’re absolutely unteachable.


2. Grandpa Chan

@drawings_for_my_grandchildren

I stumbled upon this one. His bio says, ’75 yr o grandpa living in Brazil but don’t let that fool you’. This is one of the most brilliant timelines I’ve ever seen. I don’t like K-movies or any form of Korean anything much, maybe just K food. But, I love this. Absolutely love. I want to be him when I’m seventy five.

3. Huda Kattan 

@hudabeauty

I can’t draw my eyebrows properly. I always have issues wearing matte lipstick. Yet, I love Huda Kattan and her Instagram account. The relatable nature is number one, for me. Huda has the best memes! The best comments! The best tips! The best videos! Simply the best everything! With millions of followers, a family, a huge business, Huda even likes comments! I’m proof of that. I don’t even like make-up but I love Huda. If that doesn’t convince you, I don’t know what will.

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Posted by on August 25, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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ELECTION SERIES – VOX POPULI: WHO THE CAP FITS

Hello beautiful people of the prestigious faculty of law. How y’all doing? It’s that time of the year again. Yep. The time one knows the other’s ‘true colour.’ The time friends become ‘slys’ or ‘slies’ whichever way it’s spelt. The time bcs of all sorts roll in; head bursting bcs that will make you wonder what you’re even doing with your life (“see what my mates are doing”). The time dirty linens are washed in public; that thing about someone you never esperred will just spring out from somewhere or nowhere because he/she is contesting for a particular post and y’all do not want him/her to win. So y’all play dirty politics. It’s the faculty elections. Different people have declared their intentions to contest for (and win) various executive positions in the LSS. They have all drafted beautiful plans that will be executed (if they do win). Plans like… well, come for the Manifesto at the Law Annex on Tuesday the 8th of August, 2017.

This post echoes your opinions of the students of the faculty, who they do want to fill the vacuum (oh okay it’s not empty) of the seat of the LSS President. This is basically a vox pop on who y’all think the cap fits. A specific number of students were sampled from each class and this is what y’all had to say:

Alliyu Faruq. I believe he has more charisma and a better sense of responsibility.” –El chapo.

Boye. I do not know why sha. I just feel like he really wants to serve and he has been serving since like day one. And he has convinced me. I know what he is capable of. I just feel like he is the right man for the job. I do not really know what the other guy is up to and I feel like Boye seems quite independent. He is the man behind his vision. But this other guy I just feel like he has some people that are pushing him. That is my opinion o. He does not look like someone that has his own stand. He looks like someone that people are just telling what to do. Boye seems more on his own. He has his own plans. He is already even trying to push the other candidates, telling them that they should be ready to work if they win. And I can see the drive and energy. He is mobile and he has been trying for these people since year one.” –Dapo.

I don’t even know who to support. Maybe after the manifesto.” -Yinka.

Faruq. He has a lot to offer. His intentions are in line with the pressing issues of the LSS.” -Cendy.

Boye. Because I like him more than I like Faruq.  –Tron.

Both of them do not have sense. Can another person just run? It would have been better if another person should just run. They are both flawed, so we are just trying to pick the most un-flawed. It’s just like, which one is not as rotten as the other? They are both rotten eggs. It is like picking between HIV and Ebola. You have no choice you have to pick one. You’ll still die; you just have to pick the one that does not kill faster.” -Devil’s advocate.

Faruq. I believe in his plans and manner of approach.” -LSS best player

“I am not really interested because I am not feeling any of them. So when manifesto comes, I’ll decide. But right now, I really do not know. –Funmi.

Alliyu Faruq. Because he does not undermine his opponent to boost himself in campaigns, and he has really good plans for the LSS.” –Unscripted writer.

Definitely rebirth. Everyone is definitely alive; don’t tell us to come alive. But what will be reborn out of the ashes we find ourselves in presently. So I’m for rebirth. I’m for Boye.” -The Joker.

As much as I am not really impressed by the two candidates that are coming from class of ’18, I feel Boye is somebody that is a goal getter, and therefore would not be influenced by the people around him. I also feel he knows a lot of important people, and that will help in pooling resources together. I like the fact that he is radical, and the best president LSS has had is Cornel because of how radical he was. Apparently, I am on Faruq’s campaign group chat. I just agreed because I didn’t want him to waste my time convincing me, because I know he couldn’t.” –Princewill.

I would prefer Alliyu Faruq, even though his campaign and socialization shit is nothing to write home about. My preference for Alliyu is due to his personality presentability, his responsibility and no image tarnishing report so far.” –J.

Faruq. His plans  are achievable within the 10 months he has in office and he has what it takes to fare well.” –Conte.

I’ll go for rebirth because I want a president and not some presidents.” –A.

Alliyu Faruq. He has good and practical plans for the LSS.” –John.

Alliyu Faruq. Going by his pedigree and past feats, he has shown and proven to be a reliable and intuitive leader. His blueprint for his Presidentil race is in itself the most feasible and achievable and not some blue sky thinking and ideas of the other quarters.” –Achebe.

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Taiwo Famakinde,

For the Lss Blog

 
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Posted by on August 7, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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ELECTION SERIES: THE ADO OF THE LSS PRESIDENTIAL RACE

​”It is during elections that strangers suddenly start getting all familiar”-Anon.

  Hi there, it’s Ignis. I’m here to talk to you about the upcoming LSS Presidential elections. I’m sure we’ve all seen BCs and been approached either by the men in black themselves, or their proxy campaigners. Well, honestly don’t see why all this fuss. I mean, in this recession, someone will spend money doing banner for election he might probably not win. Hian. Anyways, I guess the courage to even come out to contest should be applauded. I mean, we all know how hard it is, to stand in front of a law crowd and declare your intention to do anything. So, well done, I guess. But, ehm, why exactly are these guys interested in occupying that presidential seat I wonder? Do they really intend to make good on their “plans” and “dreams” for the LSS?…. ..of course we know that’s all sweet talking. 

   Let’s talk about the candidates shall we? On the one hand, we’ve got a man who’s served in the Justice Kayode Eso Student Chambers, the Association of Muslim Law Students, The Tax Club, The Law Society Trust Fund Committee, and Faculty of Law Electoral Committee, and who thinks that this qualifies him to make the LSS alive again. Low key, this guy just called us all dead guys. Moving on, I heard someone say that this candidate has that communicative and oratory advantage, and he probably hopes to use that at the manifesto to convince the lot of you. But then, Hilary Clinton possessed this too, and she was floored in a landslide loss of votes. I have learnt that the presidential baton doesn’t always fall in the orator’s hand, and a man of words is not necessarily a man of the people- matter of fact, a man of words is to be feared. So, the fact that this man seems to be talking up and down doesn’t guarantee anything. We know people would say anything in a campaign. And might I add, it is one thing to be alive and another thing to be alive and well. Well, I don’t quite have much of a backstory on this guy and I think that tells you something. But a certain president won the seat without even serving in any faculty capacity, so maybe he just might win the seat. I just hope that whatever happens at the end of it all, this our guy makes it out alive. Win or no win. 

   Now let’s talk about the one who’s been relatively quite quiet as per campaigning, leaving us all in suspenseful anticipation of what his plans might be. Now, we know that when it comes to politics, this guy, no, man (he’s not your mate oh) has got (a non academic equivalent of) a PhD. He’s used to winning with landslides and sometimes not even being opposed. He’s been repping his class for as long a time as time itself and this seems to be sufficient to say that a person with such acumen as this would be able to serve in a capacity such as the office of the LSS President, but then,…..elections will not be one on what “seems” but on what “is“. And do you know what this man is? He is ambitious (however quietly so), more so to graduate as the president of the faculty than to graduate. This is someone who won’t take a “no” and this poses both advantages and disadvantages, but that’ll not be my business. He is someone who, though isn’t as “out there” as his rival, has the backing of some of the powers that be because he’s known to be quite friendly with the influencers of affairs of the faculty. He’s not someone who needs twelve different BCs, or who needs to talk much, in fact, he doesn’t want to talk, because he’s doing some underground paroles that y’all are oblivious to. He has been working smart more than he has been working hard. He has the backing of all the class reps from bottom to top and by extension, the majority support in the faculty. But, I’ll have you know that “support” and “backing” does not in political dictionaries, translate to “votes“. A classic example is when some of your parents supported a certain presidential candidate in the US last November, but could not, and did not vote. Anyways, I’m not here to campaign on anyone’s behalf, nor am I here to ruin someone’s campaign. This is only an analysis.

  I will leave you with this: A poor beggar at the road side, or a lunatic displaying lunacy, is obviously very much alive, and breathing air. But would you call that much of a life? And by the way, there was a rebirth from PDP to APC, but, any #change?? You and I know the answer to that.

    By the way, you Nigerians that are shouting “Neymar this, Neymar that”, shey you know he doesn’t care, and he just got richer. You’re here taking surgery for someone’s injury. Hian.
Mayowa Akinyemi,

For the Lss Blog

 
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Posted by on August 7, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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WHY SO SERIOUS?

“You see, madness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is is a little push!”- The Joker.

If you think this article is a joke rearing its green ahead around your screen, I suggest you close this web page with immediate effect. If you think it isn’t, then I wonder why you are not in an asylum right now. Nevertheless, I implore you….scratch that. I plead your indulgence to sit back and revel in the consequences of me giving my madness a little push.

Why so serious? Tell me, why are you so serious? Why are you still worrying about your GP? Why are you complaining about your monthly data balance that you renew four times within the same period? If you haven’t noticed, WhatsApp is no longer megabyte friendly thanks to the status feature. And your social media followers, why so serious? It’s not like you’ll add it to your CV when you’re done with this legal journey. It’s not as if you’ll even practice…okay, let me stop there. 

Nigerian Twitter savages, why so serious? Somebody cannot Tweet in peace again, for fear of being jammed by an unforeseen trailer. It’s not fair mehn. One should actually be able to sue these guys. Savagery can provoke suicide, literally. Sister reading this, why so serious? Why are you constantly stalking your boyfriend’s WhatsApp, Instagram, destiny and even Facebook that we left for our parents and razz people? He’s definitely cheating on you. Even if he wasn’t, you’d still go and be shouting Men are scum, all men are the same upandan. Have you tried all of them? Have you tried me? (I’ll most likely break your heart. Emulate Drake by not coming closer)

Lai Mohammed, why so serious? Economy, why so serious? You are so bad that we can’t even complain about you anymore. The plastic bottles of soft drinks that shouldn’t even go for more than fifty naira are now being sold for half the price. I almost fainted when I found out tbvh, and boom, that’s what Ozone expected me to enjoy not long ago. I should be cursing both them and the economy, but that would be so serious, as serious as the Nigerians who have been praying for a certain leader to come back/recover/step down/die for over a year. Why so serious

Lekki people, why so…I should probably cut the jokes here. But nah, why..so…serious. What doesn’t kill you makes you stranger. Yes, stranger; the viral photo of a man smiling while waist-deep in flood. Y’all will see it and come back to say I’m mad. Smh. Still on Twitter savages, there’s a rare photo of a certain duck and a certain frog spotted cruising on the waters. You should check it out yourself, and be careful too. Someone can like to jam you for the simple reason of being online. And my Lekki people, don’t mind the Mainland people that have been mocking you. It’s inferiority complex.

Evans Vanishes’ should probably be the best Nigerian newspaper headline ever. I mean, why so serious? Speaking of vanishing, the annoying day-long rains seem to have vanished…or subsided, at the very least. They were so serious mehn. Funny enough, the day it began was the same day a certain lecturer made his way to an unsuspecting class, after a self-imposed hiatus. Why so serious?

Arts students, why so serious? All that beef on top a cancelled show? You should have been on their group chats on the night of The Event. I literally treaded their faculty with caution the week after. Man cannot be bludgeoned for sin he did not commit. Am I so serious right now? Maybe I am, maybe not. Even the Pat Tiri girls that purportedly did some underground work, they need medals in their lives for being so serious- if they were, that is.

Still on Law students (though this is general now), why so serious? See how y’all rushed out after the Kasunmu lecture for chow. One could think a band of monkeys was unleashed in Main Aud. No, Ade Ajayi auditorium. Or maybe just Main Auditorium. It will always remain so. Not that we were ever kidding ourselves, anyway. And SamAzing, all that seriousness on top whistleblowing? I hope you get paid though. If you know how to do something, never do it for free 😀 

In other news, Game of Thrones is finally back. So will the list of Eligible bachelors and spinsters in this prestigious faculty .
Written By Clinton Durueke



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Posted by on July 28, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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