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I hate Christmas. 

And everything that comes with it. (But not the weather, I live for the cold) 

The little children running around with excitement with their fake Christmas toys that they’ll most likely forget about when the season is over. The Christmas movies that are dug out of oblivion. 

The annoying whatsapp BCs are on another level entirely! 

What about all the relatives whose existence I’d totally forgotten about coming to pretend to visit when all they want is to finish all the food in the house. Asking for things like it’s their money we used to buy them.

Please who told all of them that they have to visit? A simple phone call would do. In fact, don’t call. Text. That’s good enough. 

So another Christmas is coming. Another seemingly endless round of everything I was ranting about up there. I can’t deal. 
I sit up on my bed, thinking about my options.

1). I could call my boyfriend so we can have some chill time togeth… wait, I’m single. How can I not know? I don’t have a boyfriend. Maybe that’s why I’m so angry. I’m used to avoiding everything annoying about this season by spending long hours on the phone talking to my boyfriend. Now I don’t have that boyfriend anymore. sigh. Life is a pot of beans.

2). I could run away. Nah. I have no money. I’d die of starvation before I got 10 miles away.

3). I could just stay here, fake a smile and struggle my way through the day. What’s the worst that could happen? Not like I won’t come out alive anyway.

I look forward to the New Year. When everything returns to normal and all the nosy relatives go back to their homes where they can face businesses that actually concern them. School is reopened. Another good thing. I get to meet and interact with real people, (my 2 or 3 friends), and then I get to showoff to my ex that I’m a better person now and I’ve moved on and pretend to be happy and all when in fact, I really miss him. 
But I refuse to be the first one to talk *laughs in pride and petty.* Yeah life is that hard. I can’t wait to see him sha.

Written by Tomiwa Adebanjo and Taiwo Famakinde


Posted by on December 29, 2017 in From Us, Uncategorized


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In case anyone missed me, I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while. Year 4 has me feeling overwhelmed. Honestly, I think it is the ‘make-it-or-break-it‘ year, its been one helluva journey so far. Also, with the new blog committee and the wonderful content they’ve been spinning, well let me just say I’ve not been feeling like a good writer lately. But, you’re all stuck with me (haha) so here I am, writing again.

Ehen! So dass how, one beloved day like that, last week Tuesday to be exact, I finally got the hottest guy in the faculty of law to take me out on a date! After years of singing, ‘Oluwa provide a boo o..‘, my prayers have been answered…. or not. Lmao! I’m kidding. Not about the ‘hot’ part but the ‘boo’ part… and technically, it was not a date, say hello to my nonexistent love life, just 2 friends going to see a movie. Which one? LOGAN babyy! Who’d pass up a chance to see Wolverine in action? I’d go into details of the movie but I’m no spoiler. All I can say is y’all need to see it! I still can’t believe that thing happened to Professor X and that Logan actually di…. oops! Sorry about that.

Anyway, I was in charge of transportation o. I ordered the Uber o. But then, a girl forgot that the number she used to register the Uber account was her mother’s number. Next thing I know, she’s calling me 2 seconds later, informing me that ‘one man’ called her, telling her that he was outside, waiting for her. I mentally slapped myself for the slip! The conversation ended with her telling me, ‘Very soon, all your secrets will be exposed!‘ Faaammm! I was shook! That’s not the end o! About 20 minutes into the movie, she called again, I kid you not! I just left the phone there to ring on…. What’s the worst that could happen? Lol. I went home over the weekend and mom c let me know in no uncertain terms that she’s not sending me to school for men to be taking me out. I tried to explain that it was just the uber driver bhet…. you know Yoruba mothers.

The journey back to school is another story on its own. The conductor of the first bus I entered was a tout in every sense of the word! He was so hilariously rude, I almost choked on my laughter! Immediately I got on the bus, he started hurling insults at the driver for heaven-knows-what. His next target was a poor man who spent too long trying to get his wallet out of his pocket to pay his fare, which was a bit of a hassle, especially since he was crumpled between 2 generously weighted women. I sent a quick prayer heavenwards that at no point in the roughly 45 minutes I had to spend on the bus would his uncouth tongue be directed towards me! The man practically chased down 3 grown men who were planning to lap themselves in the bus! Emphasis on the grown o! I was quite pleased with that because, no really, bus that is already hot, cramped, uncomfortable and smelly, you now want to coman use your own to disturb the peace of the nation? For what now? 50 naira transport fare o! Seriously shame is almost nonexistent nowadays.

Moving on. Guys this is real time talk….. I have been in this library since 9.00a.m. This is 7.00p.m. and I can honestly say that I have read anything but the books I brought to read! I have been flicking through novel after novel on my phone, absolutely ignoring the land law books I lugged out of my hostel this morning! I need motivation to finish the semester, it has definitely been my most daunting so far. I wish I could just win a trip to a really exotic place, Bahamas maybe? But no. Things like that won’t happen to someone. Ordinary Ozone sef someone cannot go in peace without her mother breathing down her neck. Right now I just want Coco Pops.

Written By Tomiwa Adebanjo

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Once Upon A Law Student

Would it be really weird if I said that I really cannot wait for this ‘holiday’ to be over?

If you think it is, I’m sure your opinion will change after this mini-rant I’m about to begin.

   Somehow somehow, it seems that my family has forgotten that I was born into it and not bought or hired or even adopted. I swear I have become the housegirl in this house! Seriously guys, no jokes! I can’t continue like this!
Can you imagine my mother, a typical Yoruba mother, being in the kitchen and calling, scratch that, SHOUTING for me, in my room, to come and give her milk, said milk being in the fridge right beside her! You can imagine the look on my face after sprinting from my room, where I had been sleeping happily, to the kitchen to see what had happened to my ‘dear’ mom, to make her shout so, only to discover that it was to pass the milk! As I stared at her incredulously, different thoughts were racing through my mind….. Should I sit on the floor and start crying? Pull my hair out? Bang my head against the wall? Break the T.V? Burn the house? Lol. I can joke about it now but at the time, it wasn’t in the least bit funny-_-.
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Once Upon a Law Student 1.02

By Tomiwa Adebanjo

Have you ever taken something for granted?
Stupid question right?…….….. But really, have you ever just taken something for granted? You think something will work out just the way you want it to, without ever thinking that it might actually not and you just relax and when it actually turns out all wrong, you just sit down and wonder, ‘What did I do wrong?’
I’m sure you’re probably wondering what on earth happened to make me get all emotional and stuff.  Well………. I’ll tell you. Its UNILAG hostel allocation trouble! Aswearigad guys I AM UPSET! Seriously! I am so upset that this morning I actually shed a few tears.  Ok this might take a while to explain but let’s try. Read the rest of this entry »


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