Evangelist Simon Kenny: via (fb/groups/igboist) We pushed to get out of lecture halls; elbowing, shouting, hissing, screaming. We ran to get to the venue for the next lecture; students in suits, shoes, all dressed up, shamelessly jumping gutters, clutching their bags. We fought to get into the lecture halls, jamming at the narrow doors leading into the claustrophobic lecture halls. Once, there had been such a jam at the door that a petrified student had screamed: Help! My feet are no longer on the floor! I have lost control of my legs! We staked everything to get seats. We were willing to end friendships, make new enemies, as long as we could sit our buttocks on the rough wooden chairs, coated with dust and swaying with age. We copied notes furiously, straining our ears dangerously to hear the sweating man or woman who was the lecturer and who was shouting at the top of his or her lungs because the microphone was not working. The lectures end for the day and we have to go back to the nightmares we call hostels. We dread going to the toilet ends and only do so when it becomes inevitable. We carry our mobile toilets, coloured plastic buckets with which we relieve ourselves as quickly as we can to get away from the filthy, murky smells that emanate from the toilet ends. We stand as far away as possible and fling the content of our buckets into the toilet seat already brimming with the feces of some twenty other people. Tomorrow, we would wear our best clothes and shoes, make up and pretend we didnt go through such dehumanizing experiences everyday. We were in school afterall and we should be grateful. We catch up with friends and talk about the latest news, our lecturers, our lectures, GP, success, failure. We dream, dream and dream some more. We will all graduate. We will work in big companies. We will ride big cars and live in impressive mansions. We back it up with shouts of Amen! and update our statuses with one or two prosperity messages. But we loved it. We were in school and we were better than those who were not. Weve been at home for four months already and we are tired, angry and bored. We yearn for our nightmarish hostels, our overflowing toilets, our sweaty lecturers, our friends, our fellowships. We yearn for school, for ANY education. Any education is better than no education. We want our lives back. But they dont seem to understand. ASUU and the Federal Government continue to play politics with our education. And there is nothing we can do about it.
Posted on: Mon, 02 Dec 2013 19:22:29 +0000
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