Monday, 24 February 2020

Sugar Rush Free Screening by Imagine Cinemas

In respect of the resumption of stalites and freshmen, Imagine Cinemas is projecting a free screening of the record breaking  movie SUGAR RUSH. Sugar Rush is a JADE OSIBERU movie that hit the Cinema at the beginning year. 
The movie will be projected in Amphitheatre on the 29th of February by 5pm. 
To attend, you need to register through this link
Imagine Cinemas also promised some other side attractions include:
1. Giveaways
2. Dance Competitions
3. Engaging activities
4. History of OAU
5. Welcome talks by notable and responsible students.

Sunday, 23 February 2020

Happy Resumption Freshmen!!!

OAU Peeps News Agency congratulates freshmen on their admission and resumption into the prestigious Obafemi Awolowo University(OAU). As you resume today, bare it in mind that you are coming to another world entirely. So, prepare to gain new experience and memories. We hope that you get the best out of OAU. 

Our advice is that you fear not, being an undergraduate is not as hard as you think.  So buckle up, grab opportunities, tread carefully and most importantly learn and have fun at it. Congratulations once again. 

Tuesday, 18 February 2020

OAU Resumption: Payment of Acceptance Fee Suspended, Payments Already Made To Be Refunded

The school management has notified the school community of the suspension of the payment of freshmen acceptance fee. The management is working towards refunding the payments already made after due reconciliation.  
However, the payment of the main school fees and allocation of bedspace for freshmen will commence at 12pm on the 19th of February 2020.

Sunday, 16 February 2020

Silent Tears

By Okafor Eberechukwu 

Oh! How shame engulfed me. It was wrapped around me like a wet cloth worn during the harmattan season, shivers running down my spine. Silent tears dripped down my clear and flawless skin. My skin was admired relentless by my peers but I still thought to myself.
”Not again!” I wished beauty could be swapped for the problem I was facing. I wished the cold ground could just open and swallow me. The thought of a 24years old girl wetting the bed was unimaginable and an embarrassment! Why couldn’t I control my bladder? Why did it have to be me facing this type of problem? Why me! Why me! The silence of the brightened room hit me hard as only the birds chippering outside with happiness was my only companion. Probably waking up to start a new day gave them so much hope and I thought.
“Why were the birds given the privilege and I wasn’t”. It was only around 2am and I had slept around 12am with the feeling that if I didn’t sleep for long then I could escape this horrific experience but it always followed me like a plague or an evil shadow, because I always woke up panting like a dog and anticipating the boomerang that was about to be thrown at me. It was always there, the map of Nigeria sitting proudly on my sheets. Not again!!! When will this stop! I wasn’t a drunk, I was a responsible 24 years old girl, I stopped drinking a lot of water, I always used the toilet before going to bed so who did I offend! Where did I go wrong! Who cursed me! What a wicked world! I sat on the floor and wept. How was I going to tell my aunt who took me in after my parents’ death? My mother, Mrs. Rosaline Mbah was always being likened to a goddess. I was always described as my mother’s vomit because of the striking resemblance we had. I tried to pick myself up from my shame as I recalled the accident that led to my parents’ death.
“My little angel” the thought of my dad simmered in. He always called me that when trying to beg me after he must have offended me; he was a stout man with a bald head but he was the best father to me. He excellently was as the best husband to my mum but the cold hands of death snatched them both at the same time, before help could arrive. I remembered the blaring sound of the ambulance and the doctors saying the time of their death, then it dawned on me that I was an orphan. I cried bitterly even though I was surrounded by family and friends. My aunt Muna and Uncle Moses decided to take responsibility of me since then.
Aunt Muna looks so much like my mum and always reminded me of her. She loved telling me stories while sewing and I loved listening to her with a smile always plastered on my face. She always knew when something was wrong with me without being told and always urged me to tell her what the problem was. Uncle Moses on the other hand is a quiet man who loves watching the news, he loves me as much as Obinna, their 23years old son who was never pampered. Mostly, Obinna got the rod of words instead of me, maybe it was because of his inability to secure a job after his NYSC. 
“It would build him into an independent man". In Uncle Moses opinion. My thoughts slowly slipped back into my present condition. Even though I always told Obinna my secrets, how could I tell him or anyone else what I was going through! It will end up being a disaster! I tried going for deliverance but it seemed no one had a solution for me. I was giving up, I was tired of such a life. Maybe this was my parents calling me to come and join them, I thought to myself. Frank, my boyfriend has continually endured my profound refusal to sleep over at his place for over a year. I laughed out loud at the thought of that, as hot streaming tears rolled down. How could I sleep over? So I’ll show him my artistic skills? And go back to being single? No! I wasn’t about to take that risk. Frank loved me, of course I knew that, he used every opportunity to show me he did. What a loving soul! He definitely deserved better than being with a hopeless bed-wetter. I laughed out loud so hard, one would think I was going mad! I have been on the floor for over 2hours crying and thinking alone. I needed to stand up and get ready for the day’s work. I wasn’t done being sorry for myself though. I took a shower scrubbing myself like I was trying to wash off the sins of the world from my delicate skin. With my towel tied around my body and folded on my firm breast, Obinna’s loud voice resounded.
“Rose, Mummy and Daddy said you should come down for breakfast and you better do that fast so they don’t send me back here oh”.
“I’m coming twinnie.” I replied as that was what we often called ourselves. I dressed up in a sunflower dress, I love this dress because it always complements my skin. I hurriedly went down the stairs and met a steaming hot bowl of jollof rice. The smell hit my nose and my tummy rumbled to the aroma.
“I know you will come quickly because u love food a lot” Obinna said suddenly and I laughed forgetting my sorrow a bit. I sat down to eat but then, the appetite disappeared as I pondered on how sick keeping my dirty secret was making me. I was still lost in thoughts when my Uncle’s voice jolted me back.
“What is wrong Rose, you aren’t eating? Is something wrong?”
“No uncle, I’m fine.” I barely touched my food when I decided to head for work. I bade them goodbye. On my way to work, thoughts of Frank enveloped my thoughts, today marks our 1year and 6 months anniversary, and then a genuine smile hit my lips for the first time since I heard the first cock crow. I picked my bag from the taxi as we got to the gate of the school.
Baptist model high school where I taught Science. Trust me, I was good at my job and it has always been my passion. Why won’t it? When it was the medicine to my sore that refused to heal. I didn’t want my sorrow to spoil my day so I tucked it back wherever it was coming from. Getting to the school, the smiles on the kids’ faces lit my face as I returned their greeting with a smile on my face showing my perfectly created face. With my dimples sitting on my left cheek, my perfect jawline, my pointed nose and my natural hair which I hurriedly styled into a bun, nevertheless it got the admiration of people. I swayed my hips as I walked into the SS1 class for my first work of the day. I braced myself for their usual “Good morning ma’am” that resonated than my morning alarm. I won the award for the best teacher last year, I was proud of myself as I gave myself a pat on the back. After the greetings and they were all seated, I started my teaching.
 “Anita what is wrong with you, you seem to be lost in thoughts?” I asked the short child who was never quiet.
“Nothing ma, I’m sorry ma.” She apologized.
“It is fine, just pay attention to what I am saying so you won’t say I haven’t taught u in your exams” I replied and continued with my teachings. The day dragged so lazily as I continued teaching classes after classes till I was done teaching for the day. I dragged my feet back to my office and before I could remove my shoes, Anita strolled in.
“Anita, can I help you?” I was concerned.
“No ma, I mean yes ma.” She sounded confused, I knew something was wrong.
“Have your seat Anita, you know you can always talk to me if you can’t go to the counsellor’s office.” I said softly putting my arm around her as she sat. 
“Yes ma, I know. Ma, Ma.” It seemed like she was debating whether to open up or not. 
“We all have problems, I have mine too but if u aren’t ready to share it then it is fine to wait until you are ready". My mind wandered to thoughts of my bed-wetting problem, I couldn’t tell anyone about it so I could understand how Anita felt. I was still in my thoughts when Anita’s shaky voice said;
“Ma, I bed-wet and my parents are very upset with me” I was shocked, we were both having the same problem. What advise was I supposed to give this girl when I couldn’t even stop the problem from happening to me? 
“Ma, did u hear what I said?” Of course I heard her but what could I say to soothe the shattered heart.
“Anita, how old are u?” I was surprised my voice came out without cracking.
“I am fifteen ma” she said with her head bowed. 
“Anita, don’t let what u are facing affect you academically, you have a bright future and so much more to gain. Talk to your parents, tell them you are not happy bed-wetting and wished for it to stop, maybe they will be able to find a solution to it.”
 "Thank you ma, I feel better and I’ll do as u have said.” she said as she smiled walking out of my office. I was happy I could do something to make her smile. I packed my bag and got set to leave.

I remember how we met; He had been jobless after his NYSC, sitting at d same barbing salon where I went to meet up with Obinna. One thing I noticed was his constant gloomy face. He said hi to me and tried to make a conversation but I wasn’t ready to make any friends. I answered him coldly and when he asked for my number, I had a double mind about giving it to him but ended up doing so. We continued talking and he told me his problems, his joblessness, about his really ill mother. This made me remember my dead mum as I touched d pearl necklace which was the only remaining possession of hers that I had with me. I immediately asked for his account number and transferred him some money so he could sort the hospital bills. I knew he felt reluctant to collect money from a girl but I forced him to take it. A little while later, a parent engaged me with an open job slot; just in case I knew anyone interested.  Iimmediately, I told him about it and that was how he went for the Job’s interview and got the job. Now he is a manager at a bank.
After the day’s work, it was time for my man! As I left the school premises around 5pm waiting for Frank to come and pick me up.He was such a gentleman that never kept his woman waiting. Barely two minutes after getting outside, I saw his black car moving towards where I was standing, pretending he didn’t see me, and behaving like he wanted to hit me. This was his usual play, as I always ended up screaming and telling him to stop it, I certainly would feel good about being one legged. He laughed, showcasing his perfect dentition with clear white teeth complementing his Melanin colour. 
I entered the car and we went to have dinner. We also visited so many other places. Oh! I loved this man! Not that I didn’t know before but it grew daily like a flower blooming beautifully. After having so much fun with my heartthrob, he decided we go to his place. The sex was mind-blowing, he just knew how to drive my emotions wild. I felt like was going to break and when he slid into me, it was gentle and sweet. He said he needed to savour my sweetness and not treat me like he was a savaged beast. Bliss!!! I thought to myself until I felt the wetness between my thighs! 
My God! I had dozed off! How could I have made such a mistake! What was I going to do! What will I tell Frank! I was confused at this point. Frank turned in his sleep and that was when I realised he was lying right beside me. Then a thought came running through my mind. I got a glass of water, and then I woke Frank telling him I had spilled the water on the bed. He looked at the bed, looked at me and then it hit me with the sad truth that he knew I was lying! He wasn’t dumb! But he played a fool just to save me from shame. We changed the sheets and I washed my cloth and we both resolved to sleep on the cold tiled floor. I woke up at d break of dawn and so did he because he had to go to work. I was scared of losing him. He took me into the bathroom, removed my clothes and his and decided to bathe me. I was confused and then his question hit me like a sharp pricking of a needle.
"Since when?" His thick husky voice rang through my ears again. I was speechless! I was consumed with fear! Shock gripped me and my body shook with tears filling my eyes but I answered.
“Since I was 20” he continued bathing me like he didn’t hear what I said and I said it again.
“Since I was twenty”. 
"Why didn’t you tell me?" He asked, I was silent, dumbfounded, I couldn’t breathe. Something or someone was squeezing my heart like it was a piece of paper about to be thrown into the thrash. I looked into his eyes and it was void of any emotions, I knew I had lost my one true love, how would I explain to him? What will I say to him? I was vibrating like a leaf left out in the cold storm. Shockingly, he hugged me and kissed me and said soothing words. Hot tears I had been holding back started pouring down like heavy rain, I thought I had lost him. What did I do to deserve this man? He was my ray of hope in my dark and gloomy life. We went on having our bath and no words were exchanged. It was a comfortable silence appropriate for that situation. We got out of the bathroom and got dressed. I left some clothes behind in his house so thanked God I had something to wear. We were getting late so we skipped breakfast and he dropped me off at work and went about his business. I walked to my first class of the day with a dull face, on seeing my kids I was filled with my usual smile. Seeing Anita, I remembered our last conversation and asked her to see me after the class. I finally had a free period, walking down to my office, Anita walked up to me with a beaming smile.
 “Ma, I talked to them and they understood and did not judge me and promised to find ways so I could stop bed-wetting” I was overjoyed; 
"That’s beautiful, I’m happy for you. Now run along, you shouldn’t get to your class late".
“Yes ma.” she jolted joyfully. My free period went by so fast but lunch period came by quickly. At lunch, I got to my table and received flowers and chocolates. I was confused because it wasn’t my birthday neither was it valentine and then I saw the beautiful card, it was from Frank. My man! I didn’t expect him to understand so perfectly, he is God’s special design for me. I read the card and he asked me to meet him up at a lounge wearing the red dress that was packaged alongside other things. I wished that the time could go by quickly. After the closing of the school for the day, I hurriedly picked my bags and I rushed home in a taxi. I had my bath, sprayed a nice perfume and got dressed. 
Obinna, the usual chatterbox looked at me and smiled.
“Lover girl, where are you rushing off to like this?” 
“To your girlfriends house!” I mockingly replied 
“You are off to see Frank right?” 
"Yes sir, I smiled back". I bade my aunt who was cooking and my uncle who was watching the news goodbye.
“Oh, Rose come back early” he said without taking his eyes off the television. 
"Okay sir.” I said while putting on my shoes. 
“Rose, what do u want for dinner?” my sweet aunt asked”. 
“But u never ask me mum.” Obinna’s jealous voice rang out and I laughed.
“Anything Aunty.” I replied walking out of the house. I ordered an Uber and the Lagos traffic showcased itself with the sun hitting the wound up glass of the car. Getting to the lounge, it was decorated beautifully and Frank looked more handsome than ever, I was drooling at the sight of him as I walked slowly to where he sat. “Hey boo I smiled as I moved closer to him.
"Hey babe" he stood up and gave me a light kiss on the lip. So, what do u want to eat or drink? I chose a drink on the menu and ordered, so did he. 
“Copy copy, you copy me a lot. Why did u order the same thing I did?”
“Because I always want whatever u want” I blushed. I was still laughing when a waiter came to deliver a beautiful cake to our table with the most beautiful ring I had ever seen, seated at the top of the cake.
“Sorry, that’s not...” I couldn’t complete my sentence as I saw Frank going down on one knee and propose to me.
“Rose, I loved you. I love you, and I’ll always love you Irrespective of your short comings". "will you marry me?” he popped the question. 
“God my answer is yesssss!!”I screamed for joy as I handed him my left hand and he slid the beautiful ring into my finger. My joy knew no bounds, I was getting married my head was spinning. It was a quiet proposal and the best. He promised that we were going to solve the bed-wetting problem together but that didn’t change his feeling for me. I couldn’t stop staring at the ring as we went to his house together. That night, I called my uncle and aunt to share the good news and they were extremely happy for me. I slept in Frank’s house and that night, he held me tightly to sleep but woke me at intervals to go and pee but still, as usual I woke up like a dog, looking for the map but there was nothing, nothing!!! 
For the first time in 4 years I didn’t pee on the bed! I cried, because I was happy, overwhelmed with joy. I woke him up to tell him the good news and he smiled and hugged me. We went back to bed together and for the first time in years, I was at peace with myself as I thought with silent tears dripping down my cheeks.

Saturday, 15 February 2020

"No More Space for Transfer Students from other Departments for the 2019/2020 Academic Session." Department of Sociology and Anthropology

By Emmanuel Dominic 

From the Office of the Acting HOD of Sociology and Anthropology Department in person of Dr. O. A. Ajani. A notice was pasted a notice stating that there is no more Space for transfer students from other Departments for the 2019/2020 Academic Session. 
However, students are not too worry. As students who wish to be transferred to Sociology and Anthropology can still go to the DAA office to change to their desired course. Due to the lateness of the notice.

Monday, 10 February 2020

Saturday, 8 February 2020

Raging Tranquility

By Pelumi Hassan 
It was so quiet, where she laid with her eyes up to the old and sickening ceiling. It was a dark rotting room, with rats and cockroaches playing the day away. She didn’t move even when the rusting liquid fell to her face. She was so still, so motionless that any passerby could mistake her for a cadaver. She didn’t blink, it was also very hard to tell if she was breathing, but she was alive, very alive. Proof? She was in tears, she wasn’t crying, nor whimpering, not even sobbing; those words were too loud to describe it. She was as silent as a crypt, yet in tears. Then, for the first time in some minutes, she took deep quick breaths. 
“Kola.” She thought to herself. With rush of regrets bursting out of her heart to every pain of her body. With great painful effort she tried to lay on her side, at least to prevent the slimy liquid from falling to her face.
 “Kola.” She thought to herself again this time, trying to say his name, she whimpered. With the intention of sitting up, she vibrated violently, sobbing with convulsion, her back met the floor again. 
“Kola!!!” she wanted to scream her lungs out, but all she did was to kick and puke with rage. When she was done offloading her gut, her dizzy mind wandered back to how it all started.
Some people say they get signs to warn them on the day they meet with the devil. They say it is usually a very simple but strange sign like striking your left foot against a stone or a sudden change of weather or even a calm voice to warn you against going out of your house. 
Well, I must be an unlucky one because the day I met Kola started like every other Tuesday. I had woken up to a screeching alarm, grumbled out of bed to join the rest of the Collins family for morning devotion. In fact, as sleepy as I was, I avoided colliding with the wall or bumping into something. Everything was normal, or did the calm voice speak to me when I fell asleep during morning devotion? Maybe it spoke while I was singing in the shower. My name is Adebimpe Collins and this is my story.
My mother’s car horn blazed out as I grabbed a mouthful of moi moi. That morning was so bright and blue that all Mrs. Collins yelled was my full name when I got into the car.
“Adebimpe Collins, if you don’t win Miss Nigeria in 4 years, you will have to apologize to the family.” She joked. The ride to school was smooth, I had the habit of looking into the blue sky to appreciate its beauty. I felt the cool breeze caress my face as Ajoke by Fireboy; a Nigerian musician played. It was a perfectly normal morning. I arrived school just early enough to talk to a few friends before assembly, I didn’t talk to a lot of people, just Tinu and my classmates. 
“Bimpe, can I see your literature assignment?” Joseph asked. I nodded.
“But there is no way I’m letting you copy it.” I added as he stared me down.
“So, it’s exactly a month Mama SU left for America.” Tinu stated, adjusting her glasses. Tinu was a sweet girl and the closest to me in school. Tinu was tiny; she was short and very slim, her pink and purple uniform must have been repeatedly adjusted to fit her light skinned body. Her freckles were so cute that they could not stay hidden under her very big glasses. Her size made people believe she was a very fragile person so she lurked around the only person that didn’t see her size. 
“I even pity SS3 class because we’ve not had civic class for a month now and they will write WAEC soon.” I replied pulling a comb out of my bag to run it through my teeny weeny afro. I was the only girl in senior school with low cut, and possibly the only one that hadn’t permed my hair down. What was there to perm anyways? I was glad that people thought it was cute, I was amongst the 3 girls that topped the class most beautiful list. I mean you had to give it to my melanin hour glass shape. I was not too slim, neither was I too fat. 
 “I really hope we find a replacement for Mama SU ASAP.” Tinu said. Mrs. Oliver was our Civic Education teacher, but we started calling her “Mama SU” because her skirts were long and big enough to hide the sins of the world. She had to leave the country with her husband to America. She left Hilton High without a replacement teacher so the senior students hadn’t had Civic Education classes.
Tuesday timetable started with Civic Education. We were expected to read a book or send for another teacher but there was no harm in starting the day with a free period, so the noise began.
“Principal is in school!” Joshua shouted as he ran into the class and immediately everyone placed a book on their tables and soon there was silence. Hilton High was quite big but if you sat in the right corners, you could see almost everything happening in the school. I was close to the window so I saw Mrs. Kingsley, the principal. She was quite petite and cute but somehow she commanded the respect she deserved. She just knew how to combine her outfits, nothing she wore felt wrong to me. She matched a flower-patterned fitted gown with black heel on her beautiful ebony skin. She stood in front of the staffroom like she was waiting for someone and then the staffroom door creaked opened and out of it came a tall man I had never seen.
“How tall is Mr. Kingsley?” I asked Tinu whose seat was very close to mine.
“Principal’s husband?” I nodded, “Err… well, he’s taller than she is.” We laughed.
“You might want to keep it down, Mrs. Kingsley is heading for this class.” Atinuke, the class gossip said and we focused on the book before us. 
“Good morning all.” The principal announced her presence smiling from ear to ear at the doorstep. We jerked out of our seats chorusing a “Good morning ma” followed by a comfortable quietness. She nodded with content presenting her escort the class. 
“Yes, have your seats. This period is for Civic Education right?” We nodded. 
“Good, so you are going to be the first class to experience Mr. Kolawole James’ teaching. Say hello to your new Civic teacher.” I don’t know about the other student, but when I saw Mr. Kolawole James my heart skipped a beat or two. Everything around me slowed down as I took in every detail of his body. Mr. James was light and taller than all the boys in class, he was even taller than Faruq the iroko tree of the class. He had the glorified natural pink lips with the perfect moustache for it. He possibly had his hair cut the day before because he was definitely the neatest being I had ever seen. His eyes were black but they were beautiful. He had beaten Mr. Henry off the rank of the most handsome teacher in Hilton High.
“Hello class…” he spoke, revealing his white pearls, using them to bite his pink lips as he tucked his hands into his pockets. “Father Lord did you create this man on a Sunday?!” He was just… just beautiful. He was nervous and it showed as he chuckled with his black eyes to his glossy black shoes. He took a deep breath in and started again.
“Hi guys, sorry but I’m not the formal type of person, so you can chose to call me Mr. James or just… Kola.” He winked as the class applauded with joy in spite of Mrs. Kingsley’s protest. I wasn’t even in class anymore, I was already saying my wedding vows to this Mr. Kolawole James.
“Seriously Kola would make me feel better.” He spoke again, Mrs. Kingsley shrugged as she walked out of the class. 
“Sit down guys, so, can I get the whiteboard marker?” he asked looking around for someone to come to his rescue. 
“You, with the low cut.” He pointed at me. If you have never heard your heart beat when someone you love talks to you, I don’t think you will understand how I felt. I froze but my heart raced for joy. He actually noticed me! But how could he not, I stood because I wanted to stand tall enough for him to see that I was the complete package. 
“What’s your name?” he asked visibly impressed with the beauty in front of him. 
“Bimpe sir.” I was glad that he was glad.
“Bimpe can you get me a black marker?” I nodded and he smiled at me. You see that smile was the beginning of everything. As I raced to the staffroom for black marker, all I could think of was his amazing smile, he had the most beautiful smile ever! I got back to the class just in time to see his smile again. His fingers brushed my skin and sent cold shivers down my spine when I delivered the black marker, I knew the contact wasn’t strong but I liked the way it made my throat run dry. 
“Oh God, am I in love?”  I thought to myself as I returned to my seat. 
“Why are you smiling?” Tinu asked me. I wanted to tell her I was in love with the new teacher I met few minutes ago but I just smiled and said;
“You wouldn’t understand.” And focused on how Mr. Kolawole James taught Human Rights.
You see love is indeed a beautiful thing but it can make you blind to your stupidity. Sometimes it made no sense. My love for Mr. James made no sense, it happened so fast and it kept growing. Of course no one knew how I felt, not Tinu, I couldn’t even write it in my diary. I got back from school every day to cling to my pillow in thought of him. To make him hold me in my fantasies, if only he could just look my way.
However, Civic Education was moving so fast that in 6 weeks; with the help of Saturday classes, we had almost finished the syllabus. Saturday classes were fun classes. First I had the opportunity of leaving the house on Saturday, I also had one more day to drool over him. Secondly, Mr. James developed the habit of walking Tinu and I home since we found out that we followed the same route to our houses. Tinu’s house was the first stop, then mine. So I wasn’t really jealous when SS3 girls hovered around him, I had 30 precious minutes with him alone each Saturday and that was all I needed. 
Mr. James was a fun loving man. He loved nature, and mythology. He often talked about his philosophies. To him, love was painful and he used cupid and the arrows to prove it. He must have gone through a horrible heartbreak in school or something because his face was always pale when he talked about love. He studied Chemistry  in Obafemi Awolowo University but he couldn’t get a job. 
“I am just teaching in your school for a while, I will get a job soon.” That was almost like a chorus as I heard it every time we talked. It was always painful to hear that though. I knew he had to go someday, but I silently prayed it would be later.
“So, I don’t know if you want me to take you out sometime. Just the two of us.” He asked one burning afternoon.
“Sir?” I was dumbfounded. 
“Come on, I already told you to call me Kola.” He smiled.
“We will just go out for some drinks, not alcohol oh! Drinks like Fanta, Coke, and Sprite. I know you like Sprite. Just the two of us…” was he proposing a date?
“Mr. James, I don’t think I will be allowed.” I replied. I was going to nod my head and scream yes but when and how will I be allowed to go out? What was I going to tell my mother?
“Don’t worry, no one has to know, I will set it all up if you want.” Something in his voice sounded odd but I just felt he could read me.
“Mr. James…” 
“Call me Kola” he interrupted.
“My mother will not allow me leave the house, I am here just because of Saturday classes. I’m sorry, I can’t sir.” I refused his offer and almost immediately I wished I didn’t. He nodded that he understood but face became pale and rigid all of a sudden. He looked angry and it tore my heart apart. The rest of the journey was quiet and boring. When I reached my stop, he didn’t smile or wave or speak a word, he just kept walking. I began to understand the cupid and the arrows philosophy. Maybe I should have taken that as my sign and let it go but I was terribly in love with this man, or so I thought.
Mr. James changed after that day, he became too busy to walk, talk or even smile at me. I was hurting and he knew it. I fell ill twice in a week because he refused to even look my way. My parents bought me medications and everything they thought I needed but no one knew I was suffering from heart ache. I couldn’t just tell anyone, they wouldn’t understand. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I decided to fix it.   
I approached Mr. James at the cafeteria during prep period the next Wednesday.  The cafeteria was always empty and enclosed at that time of the day. I knew he would be there because he had once told me about how secured and empty the cafeteria was after prep.
“I will make it this Saturday Mr. James.” I said loud enough for his ears, there was no use explaining anything. He pretended to be busy with his phone. Come on! Mr. James, this girl might die if you don’t talk to her. My eyes got misty as he maintained a tranquil state.
“Mr. James please!” my voice was louder this time 
“But I don’t understand what you want from me Bimpe!” he responded in the same volume. 
“I offered to show how I feel for you but I get it, you clearly stated that you don’t feel the same way about it. So please, let it lie.” He bloated out. He had feelings for me? How could he not see that I felt the same way?
“Mr. James I am in love with you! I have loved you since the first day I saw you.” I confessed as a tear dropped. I wanted to say more but I was overwhelmed by my emotions so much that my tears kept pouring out. I didn’t understand why I was crying but I knew it changed his mood. He reached out to me shushing and patting me calmly.
“Calm, calm down dear.” 
“I’m sorry sir.” I choked out. He wrapped me in his arms, slowly, he worked his fingers on my back to help me relax. That was the first time I was close to his heart and trust me, whatever illness I had was cured. He used his handkerchief to wipe my tears as he bent to my height. I could feel the warm air he exhaled, he used his fingers to raise my chin up. 
“You are a very beautiful girl Bimpe, and I like that you love me.” He said and sealed it up with a kiss. There was no time to think about what he said, my brain had fried out. The kiss was slow, passionate and very daring. He worked his hands to feel every part of my body, I loved it. All I can say is that it felt like fireworks.
“I will set it all up, all you just have to do is come to school on Saturday okay?” he said after his lips left mine. I nodded like a fool and he smiled aware of what he had done to my head. He left the empty cafeteria but I sat there wondering who will marry this beauty if I didn’t. 
Thursday and Friday had never felt so slow. I just wanted Saturday, I wanted to be with Mr. James. I was actually very excited, my first date with my first love! Mr. James became friendly and smiley again, he even winked at me when no one else was watching. They were very beautiful moments, he just knew how to confuse me with love without even toughing me. Within two days, we had exchanged calls and messages than anyone on my contact list.
Finally, the D-day came. I woke up before my alarm woke me up that Saturday. I couldn’t sleep, he was all I could think about. I had carefully selected a simple black gown and a pair of shoes. I had my bath and waited for my parents to call me out for morning devotion. I could not really pay attention to my father’s prayer points because I was praying to God that my plans didn’t fail. So as soon as the sun was out, I dressed up for “class”.
Mr. James had fixed short classes for all the senior students. The plan was for me to wait till everyone in school had gone. He taught SS1 class first, then SS2, by the time he was done teaching SS3, I had escorted Tinu to her house and in pretense of heading home, I went back to school. He did all his normal ritual of talking to girls and when he was done, he sent me a text.
“Opposite school gate now, stay hidden.” I sneaked out of school unnoticed and I was united with Mr. James or should I say Kola. How could a man look so good in a pair of shorts and polo? We took a different route, a route I didn’t know. The afternoon was hotter than usual.
“Do you want us to stay somewhere till the sun is not threatening to cook us alive?” he joked. I nodded, I cared less for where we went, I just want to be able to recreate Wednesday’s magic. We kept walking till we got to an old building. It was a quiet environment, there were no houses or shops around. I felt cold shiver of fear down my spine but I held onto Mr. James. 
“Calm down.” He said sensing my fear. 
“I come here a lot to relax. Everywhere is just calm.” He smiled as we found an uncompleted building . I looked around and I was bothered. Why would anyone want to relax in a place like this? It was dirty, there were cockroaches and rats everywhere. Well, one cannot judge a man for where he finds solitude. I closed my eyes to try to find my comfort. 
“I’m with Mr. James.” I reminded myself. He finally found an almost neat comfortable spot. So we sat on the bricks we found.
“So, would you like to play a game?” he asked with a smirk on his face as he stood. I really did not care for games Mr. James, I just want you to hold me. 
“Yes.” I nodded. He approached me, stopped just in front of me and bent to face me. 
“I have never felt this way for any girl your age Bimpe.” He said with a shaky voice of desire. I knew he wanted to kiss me as much as I wanted to kiss him, so I adjusted a little. Following my cue, he held my neck till his lips finally made it to mine. There was that feeling of fireworks again. He fondled my body. It was enjoyable for the first 3 minutes but it became intense and demanding.
“Mr. James, I think we should go now.” I said when I finally broke free. His eyes pierced into mine as he muttered something I didn’t hear.
“Sir?” I asked.
“Call me Kola!” he shouted and fear gripped me. He tried to kiss me again but I declined. I really just wanted to leave that creepy place. He stood up to his full length and I saw it. The erection behind his shorts. He looked down at it laughing monstrously. Perhaps I should have taken to my heels or something at that point. My dumbass just sat there. 
“Stand up.” He commanded. I was going to but I was just suddenly weak.  “You don’t listen to instructions huh?” he fired with hungry eyes and grabbed my thighs. Where did my sweet Mr. James go?
“Mr. James please…” I started as I tried to free myself of his grip.
 “Please? Please what? I’m not going to hurt you, just calm down.” He tightened his grip and dragged me against the rough ground.
All in a flash I understood what was about to happen. I kicked and struggled to break free but his grip was firm. With one big arm, he pinned me down, with the other, he rid himself of his shorts.
“Mr. James I’m begging you in the name of God. Please sir, please!!”  I pleaded trying to stop him from reaching my panties. His other big arm landed on my throat. 
“Hey! I won’t hurt you if you cooperate.” His eyes were dark and evil when I looked into them. If I cooperate? If I let him rape me? How did I get here? I metamorphosed from begging him for mercy to screaming for help. He got really irritated at this and his calm tranquil voice was raging at me to stop.
“No one will hear you here!” he yelled  as he succeeded in ridding me of my panties. I kicked violently as trying to escape. He was so strong, too strong. I bit him very hard on his arm so much that I could taste his blood. He released me groaning in pain. I sprang up as fast as I could, crying and running away from the lunatic. At that moment, I wish I had joined the track team.  
I saw him race past me and before I could run the other way, I felt a heavy load of pain on my head, I collapsed on the floor before the stick he hit me with did. I couldn’t hear or feel anything for a while, I was sure he had knocked my soul out of me body when he hit me with that stick. The next thing I felt was a huge sting of pain in my tummy as he forced all of himself in me. I cried and groaned in pain as he thudded and moaned. I felt pain everywhere, I kept trying to fight myself free but it was all to no avail. The pain I felt wasn’t only physical, it was mental, emotional and psychological all at once.
So I gave up, I felt sanity leave my body that moment. My time for tranquility came, I remained mute as he continued his deeds. I didn’t cry or shout or scream anymore, I was just still. He didn’t even check to see if I was alive or breathing, he just moaned and groaned. 
When he was done, he took his shorts and left. My heart bled as his footstep faded and soon it became very quiet. I looked up to the old and sickening roof with drips of slimy liquids falling to my face. I just couldn’t move, or breathe or cry or even whimper. I just laid there like a corpse. I wanted to just die. If I maintained that position for a while without giving my body oxygen, maybe I would be dead. I felt my tears divide my skull. I took quick deep breath as a rush of regret gripped me. 
“Kola.” I thought to myself as another liquid from the roof met with my face again. I tried to lay on my side to prevent the slimy liquid from falling to my face again. 
“Kola.” I thought to myself again, I was raging. I vibrated violently in pain. I felt pain all over my body, I sobbed with convulsion, and made it back to the floor again. How could he have done this to me?
“Kola!!!” I wanted to scream my lungs out, but all I did was to kick and puke with rage. Cupid’s arrows really struck me hard.

DSA exempt Students from payment of Student Identity Card

DSA exempt Students  from payment of Student Identity Card

The Division of Student Affairs released the information that students whose Matriculation Numbers precede the year 2017 (e.g. 2016, 2015, etc.) would be exempted from payment for Student Identity Card for the 2019/2020 Session.

This is because University recalls that students who fall in that category paid for Identity Card in the 2016/2017 Academic Session but could not get identity cards. 

The officials involved with students ID cards are to note this information. 

"The Bursar, Dean-Division of Student Affairs, Director Computer Centre, Director INTECU, and all other officers of the University involved in student registration, and students concerned, are to note this directive for full compliance."



By Okafor Eberechukwu
Ragashida, a part 1 student of the prestigious University of Nigeria Nsukka, department of Pure and Industrial Chemistry has decided to follow his hearts choice and decision in becoming a cross dresser.
Irrespective of critics from his fellow colleagues and his lecturers, Ragashida play deaf ears and carries on with his decision proudly flaunting his long fixed nails and dresses even on social media. 
It has been heard that UNN pays no strict disciplinarian actions concerning dress codes in the school premises but will the school accept this? 
While this is unknown, the students are surprised at this courageous step of his. Bobrisky recently said that there can never be another Bobrisky asides him but now it seems cross dressers are rising and have decided to take a stance no matter the woes and backlash.

Friday, 7 February 2020

Freshmen Helplines: Contacts of Departmental/ Faculty Executives (PRO & President)

Freshmen Helplines: Contacts of Departmental/ Faculty Executives (PRO & President)
Hello freshmen! If you have questions about your faculty or department, the agency has compiled a list of numbers of  Faculty and Departmental Presidents and PROs.

Adekunjo David 
PRO Political Science 
Faculty of Social Science 

PRO Economics
Faculty of Social Science 

PRO Public Administration 
Faculty of Administration

PRO Physics 
Faculty of Science 

Joseph Daniel 
+234 809 083 3093
President of Philosophy
 PRO of Philosophy 
Faculty of Art

PRO Accounting /Business Administration 
Faculty of Administration 

PRO Botany
Faculty of Science 

Faculty of Law

Faculty of Engineering 

Joie Phebe Seth 
PRO Medicine 
Faculty of Clinical Sciences

Akinola Rilwan
PRO Microbiology 
Faculty of Science 

PRO Biochemistry 
Faculty of Science

PRO Psychology
Faculty of Social Science 

PRO International Relations

Dramatic Art (PRO) 
Faculty of Art

Building (PRO) 
Faculty of Engineering 

Oyegoke  Emmanuel 
+234 706 594 9258
PRO Geography 
Faculty of Science 

+234 814 471 7114
PRO Demography
Faculty of Social Science

+234 816 417 8670

+234 813 168 3908
PRO Zoology
Faculty of Science

+234 810 440 3334
PRO Dentistry
Faculty of Medical Sciences

Mus Damola  
+234 813 453 0841
Music President
Faculty of Art

Ola da Poet 
+234 813 139 6780
President Law
Faculty of Law

President of Animal Science 
+234 813 393 4943
Faculty of Science 

+234 810 043 4838
President Geography
Faculty of Science 

+234 817 814 8044
President Demography
Faculty of Social Science 

Justus Richy 
+234 903 163 4587
President Psychology 
Faculty of Social Science 

0810 059 8813
President International Relations 

PRO International Relations 
Faculty of Administration 

President of Faculty of Arts

Ollie dee
PRO of Faculty of Arts

Michael King
+234 817 558 6683
President of Management and Accounting 
Faculty of Administration 

Hon. GTA
+234 810 105 6795
PRO of Local Government 

Hon Adebayor
+234 811 842 7422
Local Government President 
Local Government and Developments Studies
Faculty of Administration 

Great sam
+234 813 258 3940
PRO Pharmacy 

+234 810 422 5508
PRO Architecture
Faculty of Tech 

+234 814 622 8055
Faculty of Science 

Sociology and Anthropology

PRO of Medical Rehabilitation 
Faculty of Basic medical sciences

+234 810 627 5774
PRO of Religious Studies

Hon. Pathfinder 
President of Religious Studies

Chairman for English Department 
07083586925 - whatsapp/text
08132720367 - calls/text

Ajose Gideon
+234 812 653 4445
PRO ESTATE MANAGEMENT Student Association.

+234 813 561 9696
Fresher's Interim Committee 

Presidents and PROs who would like to be part of the Freshmen helpline can contact the EIC; Pelumi Hassan on 07031572065.

Wednesday, 5 February 2020

OAU Hands Over Another Sex Scandal Lecturer to the Police

And yet again, another lecturer from the Obafemi Awolowo University makes the headlines in another sex scandal. The lecturer who allegedly teaches Chemistry at the Obafemi Awolowo University Centre for Distance learning is however said to have been suspended by the school.
According to reports, he was alleged to have taken advantage of a female JUPEB student. The female student had mistakenly sent her nude video to a class group on the 2nd, February 2020. 
Mr. Monday Omo - Etan who happened to be a member of the class group chat saw the video called her to his office to get intimate with her. It was reported that he had seized her phone and searched her for hidden bugs. However, she was said to have been on her period at the time, Mr. Monday achieved his aim regardless of her situation. She was forced to perform oral sex on him, swallowing his semen in the process. The victim also claimed he made her do other horrible things. 
After his deed, he kept calling her to blackmail her emotionally about speaking up, several audio evidences on this have been circulated on the media space. The school community took this to Twitter and as expected, the school security department handle @OAUSecurityDep responded that Mr. Monday had been suspended by the school. The school security also hinted the community that the Panel set up on this case would meet on the 7th of February 2020 to conclude investigation and recommendations.
However, in a press release  the Public Relations Officer of the University, Abiodun Olarewaju, stated that the University has also handed over the Tutor, Mr. Monday Omo - Etan, to the Police.he also stated that the management has reinstated her commitment to the total eradication of any form of sexual harassment, molestation or other social vices.

Acceptance Fee to be Paid On or Before February 10, 2020

After some adjustments have been made, due to how agendas did not yield result at the last Senate meeting. The Management Finally Confirms that Fresh Students are to resume on the 22nd and 23rd of February,  while Returning Students are to resume on the 8th of next month 
Also the commencement of tuition fee payment and Online registration of Course will begin next week Friday 

Below are the breakdown of the resumption date
Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife, will resume for the 2019/2020 academic session on 22nd February, 2020. However, the e-portal will be opened for registration for courses on 14th of February, 2020. 
The highlights are as follows:
February 14, 2020 - Online Registration for Courses for 2019/2020 Harmattan Semester Commences
February 22, 2020 - Fresh Students in the Faculties of Arts/Social Sciences/Admin./Education come into Residence for 2019/2020 Harmattan Semester
February 23, 2020 - Fresh Students in the Faculties of Science/EDM/Tech./Agric/Basic Medical Sciences/Clinical Sciences and Pharmacy come into Residence for 2019/2020 Harmattan Semester
February 24 - 26, 2020 - Orientation Programme for Fresh Students
February 27 - 29, 2020 - ICT Training for Fresh Students
March 2 - 6, 2020 - Clearance at Faculty and Admission Offices
March 8, 2020 - Returning Undergraduate students come into residence.
March 9, 2020 - Harmattan Semester Lectures Begin
March 15, 2020 - End of Normal Registration for courses
March 31& April 1, 2020 - MATRICULATION 
April 5, 2020 - End of Late Registration with Penalty
April 6 – 9, 2020 - Faculty/Students Colloquium
June 5, 2020 - Harmattan Semester Lectures end
June 8-12, 2020 - Revision/Lecture free week
June 15, 2020 - Harmattan Semester examinations begin
July 4, 2020 - Harmattan Semester examinations end
July 6 - 17, 2020 - Harmattan Semester Break

July 18, 2020 - Online Registration for Courses for Begin
July 18, 2020 - All Students come into Residence for Rain Semester
July 20, 2020 - Rain Semester Lectures Begin
July 22 - 25, 2020 - Faculty/Students Colloquium
August 14, 2020 - End of Normal Registration for courses
August 31, 2020 - Continuous Assessment
September 4, 2020 - End of Late Registration with Penalty
October 9, 2020 - Rain Semester Lectures End
October 12-16, 2020 - Revision/Lecture Free Week
October 19, 2020 - Rain Semester Examinations Begin
November 9, 2020 - Rain Semester Examinations End
December 9-12, 2020 - Convocation
Dec. 14, 2020-Feb. 19, 2021- Vacation
February 20, 2021 - Harmattan Semester 2020/2021 Academic Session Commences
Steps for Payment. 
The fresh men are to commence Confirmation of admission on the OAU website  with the payment of non-refundable acceptance fee of N20,000.00 (fresh students only) on or before 10th February, 2020. Failure to do so on or before 10th February, 2020 may lead to the forfeiture of the admission offer.

Candidates shall thereafter continue with the registration procedure as detailed out on the University Website or e-portal ; Candidates are required to log on to University e-portal using their Matric/UTME Number to select payment activity and then choose the Type of Payment (Acceptance, Main Charges, Accommodation) and indicate Mode of Payment (Bank Branch / Transfer / Master Card i.e. ATM) in order to link the payment to REMITA. If Bank Branch is selected, download RRR (Remita Retrieval Reference) and use it to pay by cash in any BANK OF YOUR CHOICE that accepts cash payment to REMITA. If either TRANSFER or MASTER CARD is chosen, supply the additional information to effect the payment. Please, note that you can access the University e-portal anywhere to effect your payment in any branch of the Banks nearest to you with effect from 3rd of February, 2020. 

SCIENCE/EDM/EDUC. SCIENCE/TECH.               54,700 Per Session
For Returning Students
LAW/ARTS/SOCIAL SCIENCES/ADMIN/EDU.ARTS (Extra Semester Rain/Harmattan)         N20,100
SCIENCE/EDM/EDUC. SCIENCE/TECH/AGRIC (Extra Semester Rain/Harmattan)    N28,100




Sunday, 2 February 2020

"Give Power to the Journalists..." Ibrahim Olarotimi Empowers Student Journalists

"Give Power to the Journalists..." Ibrahim Olarotimi Empowers Student Journalists
The International Campus Journalism Conference (ICJC) is the largest conference of student journalists in Nigeria, Africa. The conference was held at Ajose lecture theatre in Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife Osun state on the 1st of February, 2020. Many respectable and successful journalists like Ibrahim Shitta; a broadcast journalist from TVC, Michael Olatubosun; also a broadcast journalist from Splash FM, Oguntola Sunday, Mrs. Joke Fekumo, Ajala Samuel,  and Ibrahim Olarotimi Adeyemi; the national president of Association of Campus Journalists (ACJ) were present to speak about Journalism under "General Muhamadu Buhari". The anchor of the program started by saying that Section 22 was to "Give power to the Journalists" 
The program started by 11am as many students from different universities arrived. The program was anchored by Adejumo Kaabir. Mrs. Joke Fekumo, a senior legal adviser to SERAP opened the event with prayers. Soon,  the guests were introduced. The Ibrahim Olarotimi appreciated the organizers of the program in his opening speech. He noted that the national body has lots of plans for students journalists. 
After his speech, Mrs. Joke Fekumo, the senior legal adviser to SERAP (Socio-Economic Rights and Accountability Project was invited to the stage.  She exceeded her appreciation to the organisers of the program, also stating that SERAP comends the initiative as it is easy to put such conference together in a time when the media space in Nigeria is greatly suppressed. 
She said:
 "Journalists and mass media practitioners are referred to as support estate of the realm, the watch dog of the government and their jobs are provided for under the highest law of the land. That is the 1999 constitution of the Federal Republic of Nigeria. Section 22 of the construction states that the press, radio, television and all agency of the mass media shall at all times be free to uphold the fundamental objective contained in chapter 2 of the constitution and uphold the responsibility and accountability of the government to the people. Section 39 also states that every person shall be entitled to freedom of expression including freedom to hold opinion and to receive and impart ideas without interference."
She also implored all journals to work SMART. 
After this, there was a panel section where some panelist were called up and asked how they managed journalism under General Muhammadu Buhari. Mrs. Joke Fekumo and Oguntola Sunday handled the first section,  then Ibrahim Shitta and Michael Olatunbosun were the panelists called for second section. And finally there was another panel section that was aimed at teaching students journalists on how to balance journalism and academic work. 
Thereafter, the Editor of Opera News Hub stated that the winners of the Opera News contest would be anounced. The ceremony proceeded with the question and answer section where a lot of questions where answered. The ACJ conducted an handout as outgoing executives were Certificated.
The winners of the Opera News Hub contest were announced;
Winner - Agbaje Ayomide; #50,000
1st Runner Up - Peter Oyebamiji; #30,000
2nd Runner Up - Ajala Samuel;.  #20,000
The program was concluded by the ACJ president elect at 3pm.