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with a simple benediction for all who reside within these halls: May your offerings never

community money. Dem say the transformer money wey people contribute, e and e friends carry am enter restaurant, drink Hennessy, and snap pictures for Snapchat. I hear say dem even go club, pop

But now, some of them have joined our club. Because deep down, everyone wanted to play, they just pretended to be moral referees

of a cancelled class. This attitude creates a self-perpetuating cycle of academic decline. As today’s students observe and internalize these behaviors, they become tomorrow’s absent lecturers, ensurin

this point, make you no shock if one day we hear say “snake don chop the Union dues.” As e be for Abuja, e fit repeat for Ibadan. So we go still ask, with the

The exodus of these potential distractions from our environment clearly demonstrates the university’s commitment to creating a focused learning environment.

What started as a humble puff by one person in this block has oozed out. Our headquarter? The second-floor kitchenette at D-Block. Formerly a noble cooking spot, but now a diplomatic embassy of euphoria. Above us lives the Mayor, whose self-

One minute of patience, ten years of peace” is the supposed summary of the teachings of the Council of Elders. Although students like the rest of us, but elevated by grace. Accomplished elder brothers and sisters in our halls and faculties who were exalted into a class of their own after years of pandering to the powers that be.

Anyway, that’s been my situation. How have you all been? I know I might sound sad and bitter, but this is actually me happy and excited. I hope things have been just as great for you as they’ve been for me.

By: One of Us I am the vice that brings dark clouds to hide the sunshine of the campus society. I am that beast, the one who laughs at you when you cry; the one who fills up his bank account while you starve. I am of the worst kind. […]