Still in the spirit of Easter celebration, some UNIBEN girls in hall 2 were pictured this afternoon dragging and quarrelling over a pot of rice.

The students who contributed for the cooking, were allowed to sit of the slab, while those that didn't, were told to sit on the floor.

Watch the video
https://zenithnaija.com/uniben-babes-celebrate-easter-in-style-photos/

rubbish

Lol

cc: lalasticlala

Lol.
I miss this setting.
Communal eating, survival of the fittest.
If na rice, no spoons allowed, if na indomie, no forks allowed, no rolling too.

I rep Uniben

So reading tru, some people have referred to my post as Poverty,
Well

Lol call it whatever, usually, stuffs like this happens and most people are low on cash and food stuff.
Members of same room would at that point have to contribute what they have to make smtn, called concoction.
Those moments are usually the best moments for bonding and is even most memorable.
It's not poverty.

I remember one particular day in my room, most of us had ran out of food stuff and had just little fragments left.

One person had rice only, another beans only, another only a few tubers of potato, another like 2 fingers of ripe plantain and another had spices and oil but no ingredients, another had nothing but volunteered to cook.

We mixed everything and made it into one dish.
I can't really remember the enjoyment times I had in school but this memory is still fresh and funny to me .

Call it poverty that's ur business.

Flyover! if you know you know. I slept there on some hot nights in school. UNIBEN was fun

Hall 2

Some people have thermocool in their mouth... Respect to my friend General nature U13 history department Ahmadu Bello University, zaria.

TiredOfFighting:
Lol.
I miss this setting.
Communal eating, survival of the fittest.
If na rice, no spoons allowed, if na indomie, no forks allowed, no rolling too.

I rep Uniben

Hungry thing
Mtcheeeew

All this girls no dy hear word. Did tin still reach Nairaland self.

TiredOfFighting:
Lol.
I miss this setting.
Communal eating, survival of the fittest.
If na rice, no spoons allowed, if na indomie, no forks allowed, no rolling too.

I rep Uniben

Poverty of the highest order

I can smell the wretchedness from.here

Wow.. where you born into poverty or was it something you inherited?

LiveByNight:


Poverty of the highest order

I can smell the wretchedness from.here

Wow.. where you born into poverty or was it something you inherited?

Lol call it whatever, usually, stuffs like this happens and most people are low on cash and food stuff.
Members of same room would at that point have to contribute what they have to make smtn, called concoction.
Those moments are usually the best moments for bonding. It's not poverty

tiredoflife:


Hungry thing
Mtcheeeew

E-rat.

People like you are usually hungrier.
Hiding behind a keyboard.
SMH

TiredOfFighting:
Lol.
I miss this setting.
Communal eating, survival of the fittest.
If na rice, no spoons allowed, if na indomie, no forks allowed, no rolling too.

I rep Uniben

Already missing my hall 3 days. When beans and spaghetti cooked together was a staple food.
Don't mind any hypocrite that says you are poor. Life is better from grass to grace than the other way round.

Spent six yrs in UNIBEN minus ASUU strike,
Went to numerous inaugurals,
So many inductions,
Matriculation rice was never to be missed,
These were collectively called Cameroon.

Still remember hotel de ebeleb

Valleys:

Already missing my hall 3 days. When beans and spaghetti cooked together was a staple food.
Don't mind any hypocrite that says you are poor. Life is better from grass to grace than the other way round.

Hahahaha.
Hall 3 and Hall 4, always having beans supply like crazy.
Lol

Dirt

Oya make u na see u na instagram slay queens without their usual packaging. Okokobioko

People are suffering in this country

I hope my garri eye is not failing me...but what i see hear is village girls eating akamu and drinking rice...it is painful sontin

cc: lalasticlala .

we the guys did worse.

Breeding ground for slay queens...

The most useless girls in life are in benin city

just go play housd ohkoro thiz night

Na now day break

odigbosky:
All this girls no dy hear word. Did tin still reach Nairaland self.

wetin that man dey drink

tiredoflife:

Hungry thing Mtcheeeew

wetin that man dey drink

Clothes just cover some girls ugliness.

It's not easy coping with the pressure in this age... so, i've come up with a few tips on how to survive it. http://oreqe.com.ng/2019/04/20/surviving-lifes-pressure-in-the-21st-century/

TiredOfFighting:


E-rat.

People like you are usually hungrier.
Hiding behind a keyboard.
SMH

Bros ignore that kid. You can see the dude is tired of life by his moniker. Your post just brought back a lot of nostalgic memories. Concoction tins saved boys lives those days no be small

See dem

TiredOfFighting:
Lol.
I miss this setting.
Communal eating, survival of the fittest.
If na rice, no spoons allowed, if na indomie, no forks allowed, no rolling too.

I rep Uniben

So reading tru, some people have referred to my post as Poverty,
Well

Lol call it whatever, usually, stuffs like this happens and most people are low on cash and food stuff.
Members of same room would at that point have to contribute what they have to make smtn, called concoction.
Those moments are usually the best moments for bonding and is even most memorable.
It's not poverty.

I remember one particular day in my room, most of us had ran out of food stuff and had just little fragments left.

One person had rice only, another beans only, another only a few tubers of potato, another like 2 fingers of ripe plantain and another had spices and oil but no ingredients, another had nothing but volunteered to cook.

We mixed everything and made it into one dish.
I can't really remember the enjoyment times I had in school but this memory is still fresh and funny to me .

Call it poverty that's ur business.

no mind am joor. Me self na saint Albert wedding reception I dey gatecrash that year. But everything is in the past now.

Godsfavour78:
no mind am joor. Me self na saint Albert wedding reception I dey gatecrash that year. But everything is in the past now.

Hahaha.
Lol.
Hall nd Hall 4 boys dey do that thing wella.
Chai!