A TRIP DOWN UNIBEN LANE

This piece is once again dedicated to Oga Ibori whose alert warmed my heart like the call from a hall 3 boy gladdens the heart of a hall 2 girl, who knows that Fresh Bite popcorn and ice cream would materialize afterwards.

Sir Ibori,
May you always defeat your enemies like Orogun and Trump, even though your enemies seem to have more clout on paper and words.
May your account never dry up and may your charm never fail to attract greatness like Toseton kitchen and Omega restaurant.

Like Comrade Jude, doors shall keep opening up for you and even though your enemies may come down with full federal might (like Ameachi) to dislodge you from greatness, you will always triumph and put them to shame like Wike.
Daalu bros.


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"Leave me alone joor," Stephanie said.
Pushing her way through Tega's bulky figure that stood in her path.

She would not take this trash today.

Not after taking a bashing from a 'chairman' in Ekosodin, who in his boredom, had decided to 'chyke' any girl that crossed the front of his house.

She had been the first girl to cross his house that day.

Been the first to endure the hour-long love proposal presented in pidgin English.

Been the first to be promised ' unlimited security from the other boys and don in this hood'

Been the first to be told the benefits of dating a campus 'big boy' who could do and undo, and even get her whole department lecturers to award her first class.
A statement, Stephanie chuckled to upon hearing.

For her departmental board behaved like a child with cookies.
Holding on to First class degree while pushing away anyone who dared to come close.

Stephanie had politely told the chairman 'No'.
A word which the poor bloke had taken the wrong way.
For he immediately reached forward to slap the girl but she had taken to her heels.

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Tega left her alone then.
Returning to his seat to pick up his books in preparation for the manifesto about to begin downstairs.

"Baba Hilary. Shey you go follow us campaign for Ugo abi na bride price you dey reason to pay now?" Tega inquired.
Interrupting Hilary's present discussion with Gloria.

That Edo queen who God fully created after eating pounded yam, egusi and bushmeat.

That damsel who always made Bini men to lose their senses every time she came around.

That nwanyi ocha that caused the downfall of a prominent SUG welfare director.
For he kept on siphoning funds from the student funds just to keep buying expensive things for her.

No wonder she was the first lady to flaunt a Peruvian hair in the department.
No wonder she had unlimited access to eat anything and Blessed foods and Toseton kitchen both labeled her 'customer of the month'.
No wonder herself and her two goons, Og and Mary, kept increasing in matter and beauty without any depreciation on any scale.

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"Tega. Nor worry about me. Wen I go soon storm that place eh, those Religion and Philosophy boys go think say na trailer jam them."
Hilary said.
Smiling, because he knew the worth of his classmates and department.

Terrible set of players when faced with footballing opposition like the ISD team.
But an unstoppable force in politics.
One, whose minority could force the greater majority into submission.

For we had in employ, men like the great Ibori and Marquino.
The dynamic duo who could, by 'legal' means ensure the victory of any candidate they backed up.

For we had Neg, one of the loverboys of the century, in employ.
Our amiable classrep who could singlehandedly win the women vote of the whole faculty of Arts plus management Sciences combined together.

For we had Gude in employ.
One of the rare bred of men who were loyal to a fault.
Always ready to 'serve' just like Nosa 'the Eagle who kept landing at every SUG election'

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Within twenty minutes, Sir Hilary's talk with Gloria was done.

The time to go to work had come.

"Goodthings. Bring out those printed flier abeg. Tega, bring out those Id card neck ropes and make sure say Kosi share am to everybody. He ordered.

"Osarugue, Peace, Maro and Amina. Make una nor commot o. Una go follow us go share this fliers make we win the male population over with una beauty." He continued.

Thus reflected the political prowess of the class.

Geniuses who could and would use everything to gain the political advantages which they sought.

Fred raised the war cry at that moment.
Avura, Odimayo, Lesky, Ekene spicing it up with baritone voices.
While the soft angelic voices of Cynthia, Mary, Og, Princess all made the war cry more enjoyable.

"UGO FOR PRESIDENT. PATRICK FOR FIN SEC"

So sounded the war cry.
And with that, we marched.

Procession-like, our soldiers marched.

Distributing fliers to every amused and bewildered onlooker.
Quick to identify dissident classmates who wanted to run away from obeying the joint political cause and rallying of the class.
Mocking every Philosophy student who dared to cross our route.
Threatening to unleash Victor, our class oppressor, upon any Religion student who dared to mock us.

We were the heavyweights. The little ants that could worry any giant, whether awake or in a sleeping state.

To be continued in later posts
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