Is it CRAWFORD alone???

I just don't understand... Sorry if this story is disjointed, but that's just a reflection of the way I feel now.

What I don't understand is the way @ least two people in my school (Crawford University) die every year. I got to the school in 2007. After my first year...even though I didn't know a lot o'people then, I still remember that one guy (HARRY PO) had died. He was meant to be in 400 level as @ October 2008. At the end of the session (around July - August 2008) our Deputy Vice-Chancellor had also died.

Soon, in 200 level (I think it was sometime around March 2009), I heard another guy (used to move around school with a self-wheeling wheel chair) in 100 level had died. At the end of the same session, the wife of our then Vice Chancellor also died. That took the count to four people in two years.

Earlier this year, a guy in my level (Debo) - He gave me a lift sometime in May or thereabout (when I was on I.T.) and that was the last I saw of him - also died. Said they: "It was just malaria o".

Now, what made me write this is the news I stumbled on today... Toyin Owoeye (first class computer science student, Crawford University, class of 2009) died sometime last week in a motor accident (so it was said) on her way back from sokoto after completing her NYSC program.

It's not like people are not supposed to die, but it's just that it seems all the people dying are in Crawford alone or that they have something to do with Crawford University. SIX people in the 3 years that I've been a student here...I can only hope and pray that it's the last of them.... cos I don't think I can stand hearing another one...

Adieu Toyin...Even though we know you had so much promise and a lot to offer the world...The Lord knows best....

May God grant her family the fortitude to bear the loss

To all of us still living and reading this..."Live today like there's no tomorrow".

Quick Intro (part 2)

I felt like I was on a movie set with all eyes on moi. Before I crossed the remaining part of the road, I un- tucked my shirt and flew it over my trousers; I also pulled up the band of my trousers. I crossed the road, got to the “SO” filling station and found my boss. I was lucky that one guy was trying to be d next Luis Hamilton or should I say Felipe Macer (whoever the current car racing champ is) cos he drobve his Sienna into a fence and everyone at the filling station only had eyes for the commotion that was developing, so no one spotted me.



The rain eased and I didn’t tell my boss anything xcept that I had the money with me. So, off we went to the office. I took a bike from Abule-Egba to Alausa and another one to ma office. While at the office, my boss made things worse (well, since I didn’t tell him anything, there was no way for him to know my problem…except if he’s psychic). He asked me to take the money to the bank (actually two banks) and I thought: “PERFECT…just what I needed”.






When you work with my boss, you’ll do a lot of biking, so I took a bike to secretariat, walked across the road into the complex and located GTBank (if you know the area, you’ll realize it’s no small distance). All the while…my trousers remained split and was even threatening to split further. It was so bad that I couldn’t sit down at the bank while waiting for my turn at the counter. I had to stand by the wall, behind two guys in order to hide myself. I paid the money…left GTBank, walked out of the secretariat and crossed over to Oceanic Bank. I had to go over the same “stand while you wait” drill cos there were even more people there.
In short, I just thank GOD that I never needed to sit down in public that day cos it would’a been HELL.


The moral of this story (I still haven’t figured it out but I think this should suffice) is …don’t be like me, always buy original pant trousers (LOL) and if you can’t afford it, then maybe you should try taking an extra pair of trousers in your bag anywhere you go…you never can tell…I might save your LIFE…later folks…

QUICK Intro...

And so I finally start blogging. It’s worthy of note that I’ve gone a whole 360 degrees thinking about what my blog should be about. I’ve thought about a lot of things from: sharing my views on issues of public debate to previewing and reviewing the vast, exciting and sometimes (especially for ladies) boring world of football (I’ll probably start a blog for this sometime later) and providing little tit-bits on things that happen in my boring (YES I mean it) life.

I finally settled on my blog being about 10 percent of the first, 30 percent of the last, 3 percent of the second and the remaining 57 percent being whatever comes to my beautiful head. So this here is just an introduction, call it the first act of indulgence (or any crap you want) but the truth is: I’m one hell of a writer…I mean, don’t expect fireworks.

Today, I’ll tell a little tale of something that happened about 3 weeks ago. It all started on a Thursday morning, – since I have a boring life, it was supposed to be a boring Thursday - my boss (in d office)had instructed me the previous day to go on his behalf to one local govt. office in Ilepo, MISSION: not part of the tale… Anyways, so I left home in the morning of "Another sunny THURSDAY", though I noticed it wasn’t really sunny compared to what obtains in "CRAWFORD UNIVERSITY – Igbesa" (I’ll tell you about my school later).

I took a bike to Akute, spent about twenty five minutes waiting for the station wagon that was supposed to get me to Abule-egba to get filled up and endured about an hour of carbon monoxide (you know that smoke from your 25 year old car) poisoned transport from Akute to Abule-egba. Thankfully, got there in one piece (alive and still breathing) and I was so eager to get out of the moving contraption (someone remind me to write about the state of commercial transport vehicles) that I nearly forgot to collect my balance (change). From there, I took a bike to the LG office, undertook my mission, accomplished all mission objectives and started to make my way back. This is where the story begins.

I took another bike to Ilepo bus stop with about 200K and my laptop on my person and in my bag. Then I remembered that:

1. I forgot my laptop receipt at home.

2. I had to walk through the last 20 metres of the market and

3. There were two police pick-up vans by the expressway with the cops themselves scattered all over the place.

OMG I thought, "What would I do if an 'Area boy' accosted me?" or worse still, "if one of the policemen asked what I was carrying". I almost made up my mind to run if I heard any irregular sound then I realized that a policeman could shoot and claim ACCIDENTAL DISCHARGE. So I walked as normally as I could (it’s not that I don’t walk but the thing is that some people find it hard to keep up with me when I walk, so I slowed down), praying that the rain which started threatening to fall about 5 minutes before would start immediately so I’d have a reason to run.

Thank GOD I succeeded, I crossed to the other side of the road and took a bus to oja-oba ‘cos my boss told me he’d be there waiting for me. I alighted from d bus and crossed the road to the other side, thinking he'd be waiting for me at a point that we had met previously. I got there and seeing no sign of him, I called him and he told me to cross the road again as he was waiting for me at a filling station on the other side (SO I SHOULDN'T HAVE CROSSED THE ROAD IN THE FIRST PLACE). Then the rain started. Feeling like I was in a James Bond movie, I took to the road, crossed the first part in a jiffy and got to the divider (that thing dt separates the lanes from each other). I put my right hand on the divider and swung both my legs over it in style but by the time I landed, my trousers had split from just under my zipper all the way to the back (about 3 inches from the belt-line behind)...

TO BE CONTINUED...