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What do you do when you get to see a marked face? Uncle Sholle came on a visit and carried my brother, barely 5 years old. As Uncle Sholle...

What do you do when you get to see a marked face?

Uncle Sholle came on a visit and carried my brother, barely 5 years old. As Uncle Sholle brought him close to chest, he suddenly began to cry. I wondered on earth what would make the young boy cry as Uncle Sholle had not hurt him. He just had lunch and was playing a while ago too. I asked Uncle Sholle to bring him over and while I tried to clean off the tears on his face, he spoke out, "Ojuju Calabar".

Now, I remember the painting we once made of the scary face, punctuated with many irregular lines on the cheek to scare my kid brother anytime he went naughty and I looked up. Uncle Sholle had tribal marks, the kind we call "abaja". I burst into laughter...

Many other stories exist of the tribal mark. I recall the after school hours during my primary school days where we dread to go through Iya Laniya's compound because her tribal marked face made us believe she was witchy. Some of us who never lived near a marked face, believed she had a masquerade-ancestral relationship. Our English "Reader" did not help out as we read through a number of comprehension passages that involved tribal marks, masquerades and the local tradition generally.

Tribal Marks and Tattoos
Times have evolved and we have replaced traditions. But then, what exists instead of the tribal marks?
Tattoos have practically chosen to take a seat in our millenium. The 21st Century individual takes the culture of

They lived "happily ever after..." It's one week after the gracious wedding ceremony of the royal family of England and I se...


They lived "happily ever after..."

It's one week after the gracious wedding ceremony of the royal family of England and I send my wishes of a happy married life, late it may be. In my locality, we render many prayers on occasions like this- "May they birth males and females and May 'our own' come too"

Tragic for many, the quoted phrase of my opening line remains untrue. Having taken Family Law at some point in my legal studies, I realise that many reasons beyond the surface are attached to separated homes and divorced marriages. Let me not bore you with my legal stories. I would only pray again in "our own way" that the Harrys' do not see such.

The Marriage Vows, "For better for worse..." are also deeper words than we see on the surface. I think I have come to love the authors of Meghan and Harry's marriage vows, (you'd see the screenshot from the order of service below this post) specifically, the English Order of "I will" coming up instead of the "I do" confirms that the English first users must do some teaching for second language users.

Meghan's Make up palava also readily dropped in on social media. I am not a makeup fan but then, I think comparison would be the greatest fault many people will ever make. I later got to see somewhere on instagram that the simplicity and modesty of Meghan's makeup did not reduce cost as it ran well into millions of dollars.

To call it the wedding of the century is also something I would call risky. I wouldn't know why. Perhaps, the royal privilege it received makes it truly of the century. But then I'm royal too... (Abi royalty pass royalty?)

Well, my own with the marriage is childbirth. Let us see who falls next in the Queen's lineage. In this part of our world, we do a countdown to be sure the wife had not taken in before the wedding but then, who really cares? It's the white man!

I wake up today, my calendar telling me it's a Saturday. I also remember the above lines formed a baseline in the Ebenezer Obey's g...


I wake up today, my calendar telling me it's a Saturday. I also remember the above lines formed a baseline in the Ebenezer Obey's grand song. It tells a love story with the male, prompting his lady to come to him while they enjoy till forever.

Every Saturday, many love stories are shared

As we take the marks in celebration of Chief Obafemi Awolowo's 109th post humous birthday, I flashback through the 112 paged book "...

As we take the marks in celebration of Chief Obafemi Awolowo's 109th post humous birthday, I flashback through the 112 paged book "A Memoir of the Jewel" written by Mama Hannah Idowu Dideolu Awolowo (Mama Awo) where she described her husband to have played a politics of self sacrifice, commitment and focus. As the first Premier of Western region, Awo as he was popularly called, demonstrated rare vision and uncommon commitment to leadership with focus on the provision of free, universal primary education and critical Infrastructure in the key sectors, operating even with limited resources.


He displayed quintessential discipline in politics, exemplifying philosophical and psychological preparedness before aspiring for leadership positions. It, therefore, did not come as a surprise that when he passed on in 1987 that the then Ikemba Nnewi, Emeka Odimegwu Ojukwu aptly eulogized him as "the best president that Nigeria never had". This presented some form of puzzle as to the reality of the nation’s geo-political entity that a man whose vision and virtues are so extolled and venerated by many yet so equally and passionately hated by some obviously powerful political interest groups. This group consistently frustrated his many resolve at doing for Nigeria the same thing he did for the South West in terms of sustainable development and far-reaching transformation initiatives.



Awo was a practical and committed federalist who believed firmly in appreciable level of regional autonomy within an agreed and workable federal system and structure of government. Nigerians are today increasingly coming to terms with the political dynamics behind this political disposition especially as it encourages political stability, regional integration, healthy competition and collaboration within the regions and amongst the federating units.


Many years after, Nigerians remain nostalgic about the quality leadership demonstrated by statesmen like the late Obafemi Awolowo, the commitment to leadership, the sacrifice and focus in governance, raising critical questions on leadership emergence and the deepening of democratic values within the Nigerian state.


The celebration of the leadership virtues of the late sage, many years after is instructive on the need for public servants and political office occupants to endeavour to leave behind lasting impact.




https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obafemi_Awolowo

Today is Friday and the average individual in this part of the globe believes that the dress code should be a "native wear," showi...

Today is Friday and the average individual in this part of the globe believes that the dress code should be a "native wear," showing the belief in customs, culture and tradition, and possibly promote the #ProudlyNigerian Brand.

With the #TGIF (#ThankGodItsFriday) hastags flying around, the bet is made. What kind of outfit best suites a Friday? Do we rather say the white man's collar, skirts, blouses, trousers and suits would be preferred or the custom made local "agbada, buba and wrappers?"

Some adjoin the fact that Friday is practically a free day, a kind of
"free-styled" day in the Nigerian parlance. It is the start of a week-end and so the dress could possibly affect the sensation of the
period, either positively or negatively. In this extraction, the activities on a Friday actually matters, moving from clubs, vigils,
parties (especially the aso-ebi dominated ones), journeys and a longer market list.


Our fashion sense has largely evolved in years. The fact lies that
with every passing day, it either gets worse or better. The matters of
self esteem goes beyond the principles of "you are addressed the way
you dress." In whichever case, the position of choice can still not be
ruled out.

It goes far as which gender is mostly affected by the wrong dress
sense syndrome. This too remains a battle of the mind, even though, it
poses a glaring answer.

Well, the question remains: What dress would you pick this Friday?


Let's have you in the comments box below!


#WonderFriday #TGIF #WeekendMuse


*Agbada is a long flowing gown
*Aso-Ebi, a unique dress worn by a group of people usually for an event.

Walking down my street in the ever busy city of Lagos, I pondered so hard on how the government and others have taken education with such le...

Walking down my street in the ever busy city of Lagos, I pondered so hard on how the government and others have taken education with such levity.

Education has always been a right in the 1948 declaration of Human Rights going down history,  it stated in the article 26 "Right to Education" it was not "privilege" to education.

Education as stated by some government officials as a business which is not for the poor masses but for the rich and famous. I weep in my heart!!!

In Nigeria tuition fees of states owned institutions ranges from 100k - 300k some are above , I sat down under a Mango tree with unripe fruits thinking about how a father who sells meat and a mother who sells bread and makes profit just enough to eat can send his/her children to this institutions with exorbitant fees.

A civil servant who earns 100 thousand Naira per month and has 3 children in the higher institutions who pays 300k per session in a state owned institution ,  he  collects 1.2million annually as salary and expends 900 thousand annually for his children fees, he has barely enough to pay for rent, to pay for the children rent not to talk of increased price in feeding.

If any government propose on increasing the tuition fees of higher institutions, will they increase the salaries of our fathers and mothers ???
Will I ever get an answer from a government official??

The so called federal govt owned institutions who pay less receives thousands of admission seekers jostling for a few available slots whose majority has already been decided by the management (VC list, pro chancellor list, prof list, lecturers list) please which  list will the remain poor masses belong to?
The private institution is a no go area for the poor, it a place for the privileged politicians and we'll to do individuals.

Nigeria of about 200 million population have a majority of about 112million poor citizens.
If OYO state governor ,Abiola Ajimobi can say Education is not for the poor that means "112 million citizens are not entitled to education"
We continually complain of increased crime rates, thugs everywhere, prostitution and others; this will continue to increase until the educational system becomes friendly to the poor.

Ask a lautech student he would tell you education has never been a right it has always stayed as a privilege.

I hope one day, you and I will be privileged to be educated.

✍🏻✍🏻✍🏻
Horla oluwa©
03-09-2017




Musa olaoluwa is a student of Lautech, a poet and a social writer. anatomist in the making. He writes from momusa70@student.lautech.edu.ng

It was the hour of prayer. I saw muslim brothers and sisters rush for prayers. The males lined into the mosque after the order of ablution...

It was the hour of prayer. I saw muslim brothers and sisters rush for prayers. The males lined into the mosque after the order of ablution and the females from their own end did same.

Minutes into prayer, I saw from the window opening of the mosque, Abubakar. He was a young boy of about seven years, judging from my thoughts. Abubakar had refused to

Sensitivity is one basic feature in mixed societies. To the growing individual at the secondary school level or the youth at the tertiar...

Sensitivity is one basic feature in mixed societies. To the growing individual at the secondary school level or the youth at the tertiary level, a turn down must have occured during occassions where the male prompts a handshake to a female. This, in our society is largely premised on the religious and traditional inclination of the persons in question.



Some cultures govern the idea that men should be not shake hands with women to maintain the masculine status quo. Others restrict the handshakes to daughters below marriageable ages while some are binding, on the female folk to resist any handshake (especially the islamic religious background)

I believe as a person that handshakes are a form of greeting. In formal settings for example, it is the most acceptable form of greeting. Although, it is largely believed that it is a white man's system, adopted after we were willed into existence from Lord Lugard's and Shaw's colonial laboratory of artificial insemination. But then, the question is not the refusal of handshakes but the subsequent embarrassment it carries, especially in public. What way leads out?



The bargain leads that in any formal setting, a business setting for example, it is proper for a lady to shake hands with a man whether it was initiated by him or her. However, if you do not feel comfortable
shaking the hands of a lady, I suggest you should not initiate the handshake. However, you should respond if the lady initiates the handshake to avert any embarrassment that may ensue. Also, if you know
the religious or cultural inclination of the opposite sex by virtue of
prior information or "readable information" (e.g a muslim lady's hijab) at that moment, it is advised you do not initiate the handshake unless she does. Also, the nominal reference such as "Aishat" or names in that order should make you refrain from handshakes unless she initiates it.


There are situations where the male could find substitutes in informal
settings. I personally employ the "chop knuckle" (the exchange of
folded fists by either party) idea in cases like this.



The world is a 21st Century one. We choose to flow with trends or
refuse them. What do you think about the subject of shaking hands?

(Please note that this post is not targeted at any individual or sect- religious or traditional. Any misconception as to nominals is not deliberate.)




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With each passing day, I count my achievements and then give glory to God.  However, deep inside me, I believe there is much work to do. T...

With each passing day, I count my achievements and then give glory to God. 

However, deep inside me, I believe there is much work to do. The future too, seems very uncertain. In the last few weeks, the only solace after providence has been my pen. The words above have thus been inscribed deep in my hearts that I long to read them over and over again. At the moment, I have a piece of paper where it's scribbled and attached to the wall in my room.


At other times, I feel I need to learn arabic or some other strange language so I can write these motivation pieces, for myself alone.
Then, I found her.


I begun to speak to myself. At times, loud enough that my room mates would query my sanity. This language of the mind is a tough one, a battle field of the plus and minuses.


Then I discovered that madness is not the absence of a sound mind, but the business of a sound mind. It is thinking everything first and thinking again, those things you thought earlier, making a perfect dough off the flour.
If you ever thought up anything good and such thing became successful, then, you have been mad.


But then, knowing too is a battle of the mind. So, the day you know who truly wrote this, then, you become a mad man too and you have your lucid period only when in rest- temporarily or permanently.


Signed: Me.

I know you're surprised that my heading sounds more like I'm giving you a reminder of what day today is. However, it's deeper th...

I know you're surprised that my heading sounds more like I'm giving
you a reminder of what day today is. However, it's deeper than that, a
tougher consequence on our conscience looms around us with each
counting day.

Gradually, the mist that covers our eyes clears off and we approach
the end of this rope. Yesterday seems more like the 1st of January,
2017 and we have a list of the fulfilled and a longer list of the
unfulfilled.

I vividly recall an article I earlier wrote, welcoming the new year.
It concerned resolutions and I will particularly quote some cuts of
the article here:

"The 'will' factor

I am no psychologist, but my understanding of the operations of the
brain and mind — being basic psycho-agents — places the will as strong
as the brain. At times, it may be stronger. The will remains an
integral part of the mind with some connectivity that bounds the trio
— the mind, the will and the brain.


My further poll to my friends leaves me at the point of choosing my
resolution before backing it with a will for accomplishment. That
could be problematic, as I think I would rather have the will before
setting a resolution.


As a result, I opine thusly: If, at the end of each year having
followed our will strongly, we decide to count our feats, there will
be no cause to leave empty plates at the dinner table, hoping they
will get filled the following year..."

(You may read the full article via this link:
http://nondoc.com/2017/01/03/the-mind-the-will-and-the-brain/ )

As this month rides on to its end, I believe this reminder post should
provoke thought, particularly speeding up the productivity rate in you
in the next few months.

In anything you do, please, consider the next person. When I came on campus about a session ago, I began to write the diary of an undergra...

In anything you do, please, consider the next person.


When I came on campus about a session ago, I began to write the diary
of an undergraduate. No sooner than I expected, the first diary went
full. If you saw me in part one with one big book like that, you got
it. The diary is home now (I vividly recall the corner of my room
where I dropped it.) though I see the possibility of it becoming
published soon.


Resuming this session, I chose not to continue the diary. I felt it
was time consuming. But then each day, I see myself turning back to
this diary. As I type, the second book is finished.

You may wonder why this seems a deviation from the title above- a
title that sounds more like a warning. The next few lines will contain
the last story that filled up my second diary- "The diary of an Undergraduate".


It was a bright afternoon, barely 1:00pm. That day, I had only one class scheduled for late noon. I had spent the bulk of the day at the upper reading room in my hall of residence before I chose to prepare for my class. I closed my books and headed to my room.

Minutes later, as I walked down the passage that led to the bathroom with my bucket in one hand, I saw this young man waiting patiently with a bucket of water and a tissue roll. A further look made me see the feet of another guy, revealed by the lower compartment of the toilet door. There, I guessed the guy outside was waiting for the other to finish his poo before going in.

I swerved right and went for my bath.

"Hey bro! Come here!"

I had barely poured water on when I heard the loud call out. I went silent.

At that point, the guy had summoned a fast moving "brother" (who apparently just came out of the toilet). He drew close, sluggishly with this "Ehen, wetin happen?" look.

"Baba, why you no flush nah?" was the interrogation that followed.

There and then, "Brother" went silent.

I had rushed out of the bathroom by then. Then I saw brother. He was the same one who used to do big boy at academics. I vividly recall his roll of "big and classic girls" who run after him at the faculty basement and the large numbers he believes he controls with his "big boy", "town guy" and "rich kid" lies whereas... (you can imagine)

I wondered why this stakeholder in the ministry of feminine affairs would do so. Funny enough, running water was available at the time.

(my page would soon be exhausted. What's my conclusion?)

Silently, I conclude this episode of my diary by saying that the need to be real cannot be over-emphasized. One neat lie could become dirty and dirtier in the cause of time. Let it be known too that the next person is watching.




Culled from Diary of an Undergraduate by Nelson Vincent Ayomitunde.

Nelson Vincent Ayomitunde is a blogger and poet who is in love with the Law and Tech. He loves God and has a passion for society's wholeness.

The paradox of our time is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers. We have wider motor ways, but narrower view points. W...



The paradox of our time is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers.

We have wider motor ways, but narrower view points.

We buy more things yet, we enjoy less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families.

We have more conveniences but less time to enjoy them.

We have advanced diplomas, degrees and Education but less common sense.

We have more knowledge, but less sound judgement.

We have more medicine, but less wellbeing.


We have multiplied our possesion but reduced our values.

We have high incomes and social profiles, but lower morals.

We have been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble
crossing the road to meet a new neighbour.

We have conquered outer space, but still find it an adventure to smile
to a stranger.

We have tried to clean the air, but polluted the soul


We have splited the atom but not our prejudices

We have collective wealth and yet, poor individuals abide
We have more free ways but narrower viewpoints

We talk too much, love too seldom and hate too often.

If these odds could connect and these dotted lines join up, then,
society would be better equipped for transformation.



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The much celebrated February 14th has come and gone. One thing is noted that it forever remains a date on the calendar like every other day....

The much celebrated February 14th has come and gone. One thing is noted that it forever remains a date on the calendar like every other day. How special we address each day depends on the tangible event accrued to that day. We celebrate birthdays, wedding anniversaries, remeberance and memorial dates but what's up with Valentine? 

Should we celebrate Love on the 14th alone and hate ourselves the rest of the year?


I believe there is no season for love and there should be no day for it. As the days go bye, we find causes to express love to the old man
on the street, the poor beggar with twin children, the slim sick lady, the hale man and even, the mad.

A sweep at the dailies leaves us updated with news of local and international terrorism, killings and hurt to the next human. It covers racism, discrimination and everything that invloves the word "Hate"


A reference to Geortge Orwell's "1984" leaves us with the issues of opposition, a reversal of order and so the question lies in "WHY SHOULD LOVE HATE?"

The issue of love should be a uniquitous remedy, healing our wounds, softening our sores. Let every day preach true love in our society.

Beyond the confines of a boy-girl relationship (as our society craves), love lives.

Beyond the cores of pretence and vanity, let love live, everyday.




With Love,
Nelson Vincent





The rhetorics of Funke Akindele popularly called Jenifa in dialetics and the rough but funny choice of words employed has carved an empire i...

The rhetorics of Funke Akindele popularly called Jenifa in dialetics and the rough but funny choice of words employed has carved an empire in society for her. As it is, most youths have caught the infection
with the popular "How is you?" taking it's toll on them.

It is her intellectual subscription that has resulted in the "Happy Falentine" episode. One that largely supports the boy-girl
relationship over other means of showing love to individuals in society.

History covers the 14th of February to be a sacred day to show love and be loved. Cutting across diverse definitions of what love could mean and tapping from various intellectual subscriptions, (running through the pastor, the imam, the couple, the aged, the boyfriend, the
atheist, the philosoper and an endless list) love has come to show herself as a varying factor, unified by the actions of persons.

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The NELOC Team however wishes you a splendid valentine! Sharing Love!

The question, "After Christmas, what's next?" leads us to the twenty sixth of December every year. All around the world, we h...

The question, "After Christmas, what's next?" leads us to the twenty sixth of December every year. All around the world, we have the day for the exchange of gifts (boxing day) to be hallowed. In this part of the world, it remains of of our National Holidays.

Handle with Care! Well, it's not just a notice on some fragile equipment that makes us take caution. A bunch of things around us requi...

Handle with Care!


Well, it's not just a notice on some fragile equipment that makes us
take caution. A bunch of things around us require that we include
caution. Today, one of those would be properly looked into.

It's the subject "Criticism"

Simply put, Criticism is the opinion of A over B. Overtime, it creates
the better person in a man if he follows certain instructions. That's
where the Handling with care comes in.


1. Look beyond the criticism and see the critic. If it's someone you
respect, listen to what they say. If it's someone who is constantly
critical, do not place too much value on what they say- they are most
likely projecting their frustrations on you. Basically, question
yourself if your critic sincerely wants to help you.



2. Try not to take yourself too seriously. The truth is, we do things
we regret. However, the ability to laugh at yourself and learn from
those things signify the growth into maturity.


3. Know the difference between constructive and destructive criticism.
Learn to interprete it by asking:
a. In what spirit was it given? If the critic's attitude is kind, the
criticism is constructive.
b. When is the criticism given? If someone criticises you publicly,
usually, their intentions are not the best.
c. Why is the criticism given? For personal hurt or one's benefit?



Furthermore, the individuaal must
1. Demonstrate maturity emotionally
2. Realise that good people get criticises
3. Keep a good attitude
4. Concentrate on missions and change your mistakes- Note that undue
criticism allows you to Concentrate on your Mistakes and Change your
Mission- (Concentrate-Mistakes-Change-Mission)
5. Spend time with the right people.


Now you know the CMCM formulae?
So, handle criticisms with care.





Nelson Vincent Ayomitunde is a blogger and poet who is in love with the Law and Tech. He loves God and has a passion for society's wholeness.

Today, I'll tell you the story of Mike if you would grab a seat and read through the next few lines with me. Mike is a slow writer, yet...

Today, I'll tell you the story of Mike if you would grab a seat and read through the next few lines with me.

Mike is a slow writer, yet he outshines us in examinations. What's his secret?

Writing is the use of written words to express opinions or
ideas. Writings can therefore be done quickly or slowly.

Dr. Marc Seifer, a graphologist and handwriting expert who wrote The
Definitive Book of Handwriting Analysis in 2008, shared some of the
top ways writing by hand can help our brains beyond just dotting our
i's and crossing our t's.

Writing a calming sentence is a form of graphotherapy, Seifer says.
Jotting down a sentence like, "I will be more peaceful" at least 20
times per day can actually have an impact, especially on those with
attention deficit disorder." This actually calms the person down and
retrains the brain," Seifer says.

In his preface to Daybreak (1887), German philosopher and philologist,
Friedrich Nietzsche recommended the practice of slow reading: It is
not for nothing that I have been a philologist, that is, a teacher of
slow reading; in the end I also write slowly. Nowadays it is not only
my habit, it is also to my taste -a malicious taste, perhaps? -no longer to write anything which does not reduce to despair every sort of man who is "in a hurry." For philology is that venerable art which demands of its votaries one thing above all: to go aside, to take time, to become still, to become slow...

For precisely this reason it is more necessary than ever today... in
the midst of an age of "work," that is to say, of hurry, of indecent
and perspiring haste, which wants to "get everything done" at once,
including every old or new book: this art does not so easily get
anything done, it teaches to read well, that is to say, to read
slowly, deeply, looking cautiously before and aft, with reservations,
with doors left open, with delicate eyes and fingers. (Daybreak:
Thoughts on the Prejudices of Morality, translated by R.J. Hollingdale. Cambridge University Press, 1997)


The testimonials from practitioners suggest that Slow Writing allows
learners to not only think about what they're writing, but also how
they are writing – slowing down the writing process to ensure high
quality.


So, Now I know his secret.

Over 30000 years ago, man had always wanted to live with precision. He wanted to be accountable for his day. Organize wars, ceremonies an...

Over 30000 years ago, man had always wanted to live with
precision. He wanted to be accountable for his day. Organize wars,
ceremonies and official gatherings at a particular time but there was
no uniformity. He had to observe the rotation of the heavenly bodies
(the moon and planets) to "inaccurately" predict time.


So, necessity, the mother of Invention came to play and man had to
invent so many time measuring tools.


The Oil lamps came first. The Chinese monks used oil lamps whose oil
consumption could be measured with time. Thus, time was predicted on
the consumption level of the oil input.


Then, Candle clocks came in line. They are candles that have been
graduated, so with time as the candle melts, the time can be
predicted.


The Water clocks, Sun dials and Hour glasses are later predictions of
time. The question still remains an issue of accuracy however.



So what's this precision about?




We want accuracy as time is very
useful to man.


Today, thank heavens for mechanical clocks which though large sized,
it still ensures accuracy. I thank heavens more for the quartz clocks
for today,
I can say the time is 1:08pm (GMT 1) on the 26th of October, 2016.






Araromi Oluwatobi Emmanuel is an undergraduate of the Department of
Biochemistry, Obafemi Awolowo University Ile-Ife. He is a member of
The NELOC team.

Kokon is a young lady. She falls in the category of people the world refers to as invalids. . However,

Kokon is a young lady. She falls in the category of people the world refers to as invalids.
.
However,

Letters to a Freshman III Hello Freshman, I know my last letter got to you clearly. I saw your comments and feedback and I would work on...

Letters to a Freshman III Hello Freshman,
I know my last letter got to you clearly. I saw your comments and feedback and I would work on them. Today however, let me take you through these words:

“Those who refuse to learn from history, are bound to repeat it”.

I will continue in this story. It's a real one, do not be scared. It happened not to me, but a friend (on permission). The names therein are undisclosed though.


Kwame remained silent. He watched Ebeme move her lips over his and caressed his body with hers. Several thoughts crossed his mind. "Was this right? Should he withdraw from her at this moment?" The Anglomoz location fully supported the continuity of their actions. It was dark, the solar lights having gone out. The electric power had gone out too. Moreso, they were at a place hidden from prying eyes. This was the exact time I paddles my legs down from Academics. I had gone to read and in my tired state, I desired a bed to slump in and sleep.


As I took the last bend that led towards Angola Hall, I saw them- my girlfriend and best friend, having sex, right in the gutter; her moans begging to go louder...


This is the kind of things we used to see back in part one. Now, you should recall the quote I started with earlier.


You know, so many persons have gotten another "degree", wonderful pregnancies. Others who were very lucky not to get the degree in time have chosen to continue the trend, "attend anglomoz dating classes" and later graduate with STDs.


If you would ask why Ebeme went after Kwame or the otherwise, I would say I know not. Probably the looks, the money, the popularity (in his department)...

Let me be frank with you. One of the 10 commandments of this ogba that I have learnt is this: "The fear of Anglomoz is the beginning of wisdom"


Anglomoz however has good sides. It's the equivalent of "Eagle's square" at Abuja if you do not know- the centre of almost all activities in OAU.


Have you not seen MEN from town who park vehicles waiting for Bae? Or the high undergraduates who are seeking "joy" (as they call it)?


Those children of Part II that visit there ehn... (Let me not talk this yet.)


You will sha enjoy Anglomoz. Please visit there daily, remembering NEVER to spend beyond 30 minutes.




Nelson Vincent