My campus story

The dreamer I have always been a perfectionist Little wonder that I have been waiting for the perfect guy “He doesn't exist”, they said “You are dreaming” their voices echoed  I almost believed them But then,you came into my life You were just like a star that came from the heavens You shone in all the right places You whispered just the words I wanted to hear When you spoke, I was taken to another galaxy And your touch rudely awakened every cell in my body  You were my dream come true You had the perfect features Chiseled face, athletic body and I cant leave out the beard Oh the beard I could write a paragraph on it “In their faces”, I thought  My angel was sent from above Now as we lie side by side watching the sun slowly set beyond the horizon I feel content, because I have finally found the one I smile as I watch you lean in And slowly whisper my name “Jane...” I can't make out the rest of the sentence So, I ask for a repeat I'm certain they are words of endearment that

Mama Iyabo was the izoko (leaf rice) seller at the centre of physical science complex, in the prestigious University of Benin. I heard about her from the unending chitchat of my friends who ate at her stand regularly. I wasn't really a fan of izoko   but after one wrap of it, o boy, I couldn't stop loving the taste. Eventually I became her favorite customer as she always reserved a seat for me and an additional kpomo   to my daily usual. A week to exams, everyone became acquainted with their books. I was too, but I never forgot my reserved seat at mama Iyabo's. So after reading for a while at the library extension one faithful afternoon, I decided to have lunch. I went happily to meet my reserved seat and additional kpomo .  After devouring my plate I wanted to pay and head back to the hostel to relax, I found out I had lost my wallet. Expecting mama Iyabo to understand the situation, being her favorite customer, but I saw her in a different dimension.  My very own

Joy was a ‘wailer'. People complained but it really wasn't my business, not until Anatomy department struck. We were preparing for an objective type exam. I had put off preparations until 8 days to the exam day. After all it was obj, anything that looked familiar was most likely correct, and dont forget the good ol’ “tumbo tumbo” method. Anyways, class rep appeared three days to the exam,with news of doom, we were having only essay questions. That wasn’t all, it was our oldest enemy, ‘answer all questions'. Exam day, after soaking my paper with perspiration and chewing a good part of my beloved bic biro cover, I was convinced we would meet next year. I met Joy after the exam wailing. Inspite of myself I tried to console her, even told her hers was probably not as bad as mine. As I didn’t answer more than 5 lines in 5 out of 7 questions ‘Your own is good, I forgot my mat number till 2 mins to stop time, I wrote the wrong definition for...’ She went on and on till