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“…My head was gushing with groundnut oil, sorry, olive oil, as I stood up from where I have been kneeling down for more than one hour. It was my mother praying for me, blessing me, anointing me, cleansing me and firing all the countless spirits that are waiting for me in front of UNN to […]

“…Damzy’s matric ceremony was a day of horror for me. Aside being treated like an outcast in the midst of her coursemates, and left alone on my own like a sheep without a shepherd. The hugs I cherished with my whole being, people were just collecting it anyhow with reckless abandon. The one that pained

Damzy and I have ported from Bishop Alex’s lesson center to the Cathedral Library following the leaked poem and the way people looked at us there. We became friends but I wanted to be more than just a friend. All my attempts to take the friendship deeper fell met a stiff rock. Damzy told me

“…The #2,700 I paid for the lesson at Bishop Alex JAMB Lesson Center wasted just like that. Not even upto 2 weeks. As expected, I quit from there and started going to the Library instead. My choice of Library was obviously the St. Theresa’s Cathedral Library Nsukka, where I wouldn’t pay. If not, how would

“…My Darling Damzy… I hate mathematics and it’s questions But setting my eyes on you made me fall inlove with mathematical equations Because seeing you and falling in love with you happened simultaneously, reminding me of Simultaneous equation. The algebraic equation of your skin tone and texture multiplied by your sweet voice and sense of

“…2go was the most popular social networking app amongst teenagers then. So, getting Damzy169’s 2go username was a big win for me. That night was the most restless for me yet. I didn’t know whether it was the visuals of Damzy walking to her seat replaying over and over and over in my head that

“…I was trying to concentrate and understand the Demand and Supply Curves that Santos was teaching us, when both the class my entire biological and psychological systems were disrupted. “Good morning Sir”, said a Coca-Cola bottle shaped tall dark figure, with a smile that exposed an Oral B Advert worthy white teeth, glittering between a

“…Failing JAMB that year ushered me into a new world of realities. It was the first time I understood the meaning of Nigeria happening to someone. I became a laughing stock in my house. My elder brother and my elder sisters laughed at me at any slightest opportunity. I had earlier boasted to them that

For some truly unclear reason, the Nigerian military Junta led by Olusegun Obasanjo in 1978, felt that the few Universities available then were not capable of picking their own students. Or perhaps, they felt that students who could transport themselves to distant Universities in 1960 to seek admission, could no longer transport themselves to closer