TearsOfTheSun: George Akinyemi Iwilade... Forever

Demdem: At the time of the shooting, i was in Angola hall, block H, room........
Stayed there throughout till the following day.

Tytto: Which school is one if the leading schools with high cultism? LAUTECH? You better get your facts right......

Julie9093: Hmmmm my first time of hearing d story. following......

pigin: By Oluwatomilola Boyinde
There is no doubt I was one of
the best brains on campus; Yes,
I was! I was a Marxist- a
Leninist! I was a Student
Revolutionary! You don't believe
me, do you? You are skeptical?
Don't worry; I am sure that by
the time I am through with my
analysis you will be on my side.
I was ready to do anything for
other Students- I was not
bothered if I spend ten (10)
years on Campus. I was ready to
lead any protest and face any
government at the helm of our
affairs. I wanted to be like
Comrade Segun Okeowo, who in
1978 led University Students in
'ALLI MUST GO' demonstration
(facing military government) -
the Mother of all demonstrations
in Nigeria. I wanted to be like
Comrade Ralph Aregbesola,
Comrade Abimbola Daniyan,
Comrade Shina Agboluaje,
Comrade Ike Molokwu and host
of other Comrades who led many
demonstrations which resulted to
the total sanitization of The
Polytechnic, Ibadan in the '70s.
I wanted to be like Comrade
Egbeleke AdeRopo Ayodele
(ROPO)- the former SUG
President of Ladoke Akintola
University of Technology
(LAUTECH), Ogbomoso; who as a
result of his exemplified
leadership qualities set an
unsurpassed record of the first
Student to serve for two terms
as a Students' Union President,
in Nigeria, even if not in Africa
or the World at large. He
presided in 2001/2002 and
2003/2005 academic sessions. He
led many struggles against
students' exploiters.
I wanted to lead a Student
protest that will spur The
Nigerian Revolution; like the
1956 Hungarian Revolution, 2005
'Orange Revolution' of Ukraine
and numerous other Revolutions
that were Students' spurred. I
was even ready to die in the
struggle and in fact want to die
like the Comrades cut in their
prime on July 10, 1999 at
Obafemi Awolowo University
(OAU) - George Akinyemi
Iwilade, a.k.a AFRIKA, Tunde
Oke, Eviano Ekelemu & Co. and
other Students Revolutionaries
who have died on Revolutionary
Assignments- may their Gentle
Souls Rest in Perfect Peace! I
wanted to be a 'Martyr' of
Students' Revolution!
You are still not convinced I was
a Student Revolutionary Then,
look at my dressing: my already
threadbare Blue and Black
striped Polo Shirt or my ragged
White-turned-Brown T-Shirt and
my Rough-and-Dirty, old tattered
Jeans trouser- a relic of 'KIJIPA',
an ancient Yoruba Textile! Just
look at my scruffy and unkempt
hair, a replica of that of Karl
MARX, Fidel CASTRO, or even
better Leon TROTSKY; so
shabbily! Look at my haggard-
looking face crammed with
pimples. I was not poor and my
parents gives me enough money
to feed on; but I spent all on
printing of leaflets which I
distributed weekly and the
remaining I donated for the
smooth-running of the struggle.
My weekly columns and leaflets
gained so much attention that
lecturers and other students
can't wait to read them; they
read with pleasure and smiles,
'Bobo yii sha; this guy no get
work at all', so they say weekly-
I was not for once taken serious.
Before dawn, I would see those
leaflets I spent money on,
littered around the campus; I
would pick and pile!
I lent my voice to all campus
issues; wrote articles, press
releases- condemning what is
condemnable and commending
commendable acts! Imagine the
great sacrifices I had made for
the struggle to continue. How I
spent my money and how I
walked the length and breadth of
the campus preaching Fairness,
Justice for all; Transparency
Accountability in our Students'
Union!
I was always indifferent to
whatever policy or law made in
the Senate Building. Always at
the forefront of every protest,
spitting fire; vituperating the
School Authority or the Architect
(s) of the course for the
struggle. I moved around
creating enemies for myself, I
steeped on many toes; I
lambasted the lecturers and even
the school authority is of no
worth in my weekly columns in
most of all the Campus
Magazines. I made myself so
famous that I was labeled a
Rebel!
Since I was being squirt with
sweet scented perfume which
attracted bees; so I fixed on
diving into Campus Politics
proper! In my contest for SUG
President of my Institution of
Learning; I printed posters and
distributed flyers, my posters
pasted on all the walls of the
Campus. 'Tomi'Nigeria for SUG
president', written boldly with
white paints, on all the roads
leading In & Out of the Campus.
I turned my campaign to a
crusade ground, preaching the
words of 'CHANGE', quoting and
making references to the works
of Martin Luther King Jnr,
Malcolm X, Nelson Mandela,
Obafemi Awolowo and the likes.
Other students saw me as a
joker- never taken serious, even
a bit! Noticing that, I put all
efforts towards my campaign,
hoping to emerge victorious. I
presented the finest manifesto, I
blabbed, tattled and prattled at
the Presidential Debate that I'm
no one to beat because of my
belief that no one is dispensable
when it comes to the game of
voting- a sugar-coated tongue I
have!
Unfortunately, I was rejected at
the poll; because of the
students' mind's eye that I was a
stubborn fellow and if I
eventually emerge victorious, I
would hold the school to a
ransom and make academic
activities stand-still- a mock-up
of Goodluck Jonathan's
administration- seeing a wrong
perspective of me. How sad!
The numbers of invalid votes was
even more than those who
thumb-printed on my
candidature. It was more or less
a show of shame I staged! Then I
became a laughing stock on
campus, making jest of me
became some peoples' hobby. A
loser I became! A strong-willed
fighter, I issued press releases,
gave flimsy excuses and sorts of
balderdash, just to defend the
woeful show I staged- fought
hard with pen to uphold my
dignity and integrity in other to
walk tall with my head high again
on campus- which I achieved!
At the end of every semester I
sit for examinations, give the
right, exact and correct answers
to the questions given. The
lecturers marked me down and
my 'CGPA' straw-zipped, because
I was a Rebel- following orders
from the authority; slammed
with 'F' and 'AR' in some of
courses I offered. You know what
it means; I had to re-sit for the
failed courses in my final year. I
was schematically silenced by the
school authority, in my final
year; I had to pay all attention to
my primary assignment on
campus, though I still engaged in
my usual tirades. I turned the
library to bedroom- studying
hard in other to circumvent an
extra year. I sat for the failed
courses and other papers in my
final year examination and praise
be to God I passed all; guess my
harangues was looked over by
the school authority
I submitted my final year project
which I had to defend before I
could say goodbye to our
Campus; the project I was never
allowed to defend. I became a
casual staff at the office of my
project coordinator; sweeping,
cleaning and dusting the table,
chairs and windows every blessed
working day- a futile endeavour!
I was later told to work on
another project. I dared to ask
the reason(s), but dumbfounded
I found my coordinator-
unsubstantial pretexts were all I
heard! I was then bashed and
dashed with the reality that I
had to spend more than my
slated year of graduation on
campus- that's extra year(s) of
course! All my mates, friends
and other comrades had bid
their farewell to Campus.
I was left alone, to carry the
cross myself! Fortunately with
the help of God and some
people, I was freed after I spent
6 to 7 years on Campus. My
mates are now in Lagos, Abuja,
Port-Harcourt and other big
cities, working with Banks and
Companies and their Bank
accounts getting fat day-by-day
with fresher faces. Here am I,
jobless, wandering around the
cities attending Student Rallies,
Town Hall Meetings, Inaugural
Lectures, Public Lectures and the
likes.
I am still at the forefront of
every protest, spitting fire as
usual, condemning all
government policies. I am now a
renowned jobless Comrade, a
Unionist of Repute, and an
exemplary Leader for other
Student Activists- I am a Role
Model! I am the President of
Nigerian Youth Alliance for Good
Governance and Democracy,
P.R.O of Nigerian Youths for
CHANGE, Convener of my State's
Youth Wing for Democracy.
Writing Press Releases has
become a duty and
responsibility, but believe me,
loving the life I'm living- Aluta
Continua!
With all these analysis and
presentation of facts, I think by
now you've believed that I was a
Student Revolutionary; any
person that's still doubting my
being a quintessence of a
Nigerian Student Revolutionary
had better be taken to 'ARO'
Mental Hospital to see a Doctor-
A Psychiatrist!
Oluwatomilola K. Boyinde is a
Student Revolutionary; P.R.O,
Union of Campus Journalists, &
All-Nigeria United Nations
Students and Youth Association,
LAUTECH. (United Nations
Student Ambassador for Peace).
Oluwatomilola2@gmail.com, @
TomiNigeria, 08032434218,
2AF2EB9D.

saxywale:
you be jambito or went to Angola to hide

Sammiejo: REST IN PEACE AFRICA!
NEVER TO BE FORGOTTEN.

onyxo76: that medical student was my colleague - continue to rest in peace Evianno

semitunde: Sad day in OAU then... Free info, prior to this incident OAU was NOT the headquarters of cultism. You could walk on the campus anywhere and at anytime without any fear of molestation. This holds true till now I guess, and it was same for most of the late 90s. Most cultists stayed off campus and kept their secrets secrete.

I was in block 1 Awo hall. Saw everything live, too shocked to look away. It was surreal, unbelievable.

Days before the hit, the SUG had a tip off of some cultists who had just come back from another hit somewhere and were with their guns. Their place at the school quaters was raided and they were caught- with their guns. The were given "shishi to infinity"- oau guys will understand this more. This is the highest form of beating that anyone can get.

I was there when they started the beating...anything people laid their hands on was freely used. In a minute they were already covered in blood. I went to class and came back to meet the guys still being beaten, they were by now not looking like humans-probably not feeling anything. Sat on the Angola car park with occasional lashes from students before they were taken away. Iwilade (Africa) supervised the beating.

Brb. Gotta explain something to hard-headed Carpenter here.

Bigsteveg:

Be mindful of what u say, i graduated from lautech in 2012 and am still very much active, cultism is very minimal in lautech, infact, i can say dey dont exist. But when u talk abt yahoo yahoo, u can say ladokites are good @ dat.

akinvest: Well, then u were 4yrs old still a baby by then.

AbuMikey: On Iwilade George Afrika