“Who is the Department” instructed that I should not proceed to chapter two until he had approved chapter one indicating chapter by chapter approval. Three weeks after he gave me the approval to commence work, I submitted my chapter one. He told me to come back a week later. I had always thought my English was impeccable until my supervisor …

Prof. Adeagbo Akinjogbin was a first class academic. His erudition was top notch. He was stupendously intelligent. He was a scholar of immense wisdom. His research dexterity was a delight in scholarship menu. He wrote his books and articles in streaming fluidity. His english was not expensive but definitely not cheap either. He was very thorough in his details and …

My first unforced error since I got to Unife was my decision to place a ban on “women affairs”. While reaching that decision, I did not anticipate that such a resolution required a special anointing. I forgot that any declaration against women is like a declaration of war. It was obvious that my naivety and immaturity about women affairs was …

As soon as I entered Boladele’s room, I didn’t have any other option than to pretend as if I had come looking for her. Fortunately, she was not in the room. One of the roommates told me to check her in Room 106. I didn’t ask any other questions. I quickly detoured to Peju’s room which was my original destination. …

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 …