A TRIP DOWN UNIBEN LANE (PART 11)

This piece is dedicated to the golden children of Rhoda, Favour, Activist, Iyara Lucia, Mary Aigbe.

Little ones, welcome to the world.

Like that those statues which line up from uniben gate to the auditorium, life will try to bend you.

Life will try to test your patience like that auditorium clearance experience which all students have passed through.

Like will try to put you down like a male lecturer looking for every means necessary to bring down a male student who is 'dragging babe' with him.

Life would disappoint you sometimes too like those uncles who promise heaven and earth while in school and then start advising you to start selling biscuits and pure water to 'hol bodi' immediately after one is through with National Youth Service.

Life will do all these and more, little ones, but these I pray for you;

That you will keep standing firm like that Hall four graduate who literally slept in hell for four years.

I pray that you will never doubt your ability to succeed like that student who has jacked the Philosophy and logic textbook back and front and attended all Pastor P's classes from beginning of semester.

And lastly, dear ones, I pray that you shall be so much successful that people will always have your numbers on speed dial, like that Hall 3 'hotplate specialist engineer' whose phone will never stop buzzing because he was a hot plate whisperer who could sing any, and every hotplate to life.
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And so I continue from where we left off.

With the short prayer offered by the female aspirant, the main event kicked off.

The MC requested the DJ to play him 'Dat jam wey dey ginger well'
And the good Dj obliged and slotted in the jam of the year that quickly loosened the knots of the senses of its listeners.

'tile tile make I knack your apako' was the drug induced lyric,
One which was punctuated by the sound of that type of bell always rang by C and S church members when conducting a serious deliverance for a child possessed with twenty legion of demons.

It was a sound that normally accompanied the early morning cry of local itinerant preachers who shouted 'Woe to sinners for they are going to hell'

Yet Terry G had found a deviously brilliant way to use that same tool to appeal to women to shake their buttocks.
Or 'do a slow whine' like R Kelly always advocated in his slow paced RnB.
Or 'move that body' like Idris Abdul Kareem had sang in 'oko omoge' and the Mo'hits crew had sang in 'Close to you'

Aye.
That was the song that the Dj slotted in then.

And like I earlier said, the song literally loosened the knots of almost everyone standing around.
For the boys began the move towards the girls and beckoned on them to begin the bumping and grinding.
A pre-mating ritual which only a select few got to complete in the night of that day.

The minds of some select few were safe from that 'igbo (marijauna) inspired banger'.

Those were the female students who were affectionately called 'mama' in their fellowships.
And the shirt, tie and black trousers wearing brothers who were also called 'papa' in their fellowships.

God forbid that they allowed this song to get into them.

For that would mean the stripping of their 'spirikoko' tag.
One which would be replaced by a tag in which 'CARNAL' is clearly emblazoned upon.

Beeni.
Those crowd of workers in fellowship could be so sweet this minute and merciless the next.
As they have never been accostumed to public sin even though their private garments were more murky than Ekosodin roads when it rains.

To be continued tomorrow. Stay tuned
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