I resumed in the University on 4 October 1982 to commence my registration process. There was a welcome message by the Vice Chancellor of the University, Prof. C.O. Onwumechili. He congratulated us for our admission into the University.  He described Unife as the most beautiful Campus in Nigeria. On their part, the Student Union led by Eddy Olafeso and Shade …

I was in tears when I saw my result. The Principal tried to pacify me but I refused to be patronized. Before my very eyes, my dream was crashing and I had only myself to blame for it. For the first time in my life, I was almost regretting my casual attitude to my studies. I hated being overconfident but …

I went back home to Senior with mixed feelings. I didn’t want to leave Compro. That school was like home to most of us the students with Baba Ibikunle as our overall daddy. We lived like one big family. The bonding was magical. The relationship was mystical. The friendship was fervid. The love was palpable. Compro was a safe haven …

Realizing that it would be very difficult to distance myself from any semblance of scuffling and rascality after two years of fraternizing with a popular gangster-like Darasingh and undergoing intensive coaching under the same man, I went before GOD in 1974 as I was about to start my secondary school education, for special anointing to avoid trouble or, at best, …

My midnight blue encounter with those “midnight terrorists” who were banging and knocking playfully on my door had increased the pressure on me to hasten the process of my recall. No doubt, I was scared but seeing that there was no attempt on my life or any form of forceful invasion into the room, I concluded that they were friendly …

The plan was that I would play the tonic solfa and then my special choir would lead the congregation. I was about to do that when one of the “coup plotters” ran towards me and whispered into my left ear that I shouldn’t play the special song yet because “Mammy Flooder” was not yet in the hall. Meanwhile, the Principal …

I called Dayo aside to ask if we had any chance of making it into the school in view of what the teacher had said about the number of people that would be finally admitted out of the multitude of desperate humanity that came for the interview. He consoled me with my “Igbobi alternative” whereas he had no substitute. We …

Spurred by the 85% I scored in my Biology practicals, 82% in the theory and 77% in the objective in the mock examinations marked by my “curser”, my distinction in Biology in my WAEC examinations was almost guaranteed. In my WASCE Biology practicals, I drew and labelled my fish and cockroach (the two diagrams we were asked to draw and …

Mr A. B. Somefun aka “Baba Somefun” was a History teacher of great renown in Eko Boys High School. He was a lively teacher. Little wonder students broke his last name into two- “Some fun” – to amplify his delight for entertainment. He was an elderly man of enviable pedigree and disciplined sociology. As the head teacher, there was no …

I was made the class captain on merit by popular consensus. That, however, did not stop me from making noise. So, even if it was a strategy by my classmates to stop me from making noise, they had failed because I kept on making noise. Let me call my own kind of noise-making “constructive and engaging noise-making”. I hated boredom …