OVERCOMING the FRIGHT

EPISODE three - By Acetyl

I quickly carried my books to arrange the stuff in order in my already confused brain. I just have to pass, kept telling myself. Even though I kept dozing off as I read on cos I could not meet up with the standard 8hrs of deep sleep...my bed and pillow could testify to that.

I had to take a nap of few minutes, observe the morning salat to add more to the loads of prayers sent to heaven for success in the exam. Tension grew higher as the the hour burns up.

At about 8:00am I exit the hostel's reading room located at the most distal part in between the toilets, got dressed up in my already ironed shirt and trouser with a ill- knotted tie and my IDcard on. Ready for the exam already...

On getting to the class where the exams was supposed to hold, it was as dry as desert... and silent as the graveyard which made me to wonder if the exam has been postponed. People were still hidden in bushes waiting for the arrival of the examiners before they showed up.

We sat for IP and all instructions were adequately unleashed to us by Dr Mrs adedoyin, - an easy going, mother, full of charisma, in her mid 50s of yoruba dialect whose spectacles always bring out the whiteness of her retina...as to be fore-warmed is to be for harm.

After about four hours of continuous writing, it came to an end and we all scattered the hall with laugh filling our grinning faces. It was more or less like the normal familiar questions in previous IP questions minus the pharmacology aspect.

......to be continued.....

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APONBEPORE...an encounter

Episode One - By Acetyl APONBEPORE is a yoruba pynegyry which literally means a lady whose complexion looks like the colour of palm oil; mostly used for a beauty. Left to me and some other active guys, our sense of visions are used in stylishly assessing the beauty of anything that passes satisfying our limbic system of emotions. It was on a very busy Monday morning when the school just began a new academic session. As freshers, we were seated calmly at the 200- seater geology lecture theatre (GLT) awaiting the arrival of Mrs Okorie - an old, persuasive, English lecturer in her late 50s who always used half of the time to call attendance and the other half to make us read from the GNS textbook. After few minutes before the arrival of the lecturer, a young lady in her 20s walked in through the main door which was just at my 10 o' clock. What a beauty to be amazed, it left me looking skeptical wondering if such being had ever been created. She represented a perfect icon

NOTHING SPOIL...

They beef while I smile When I laugh, they bleed At the end of it Nothing spoil My presence, an headache My movement, a migraine When I joke, they cry Nothing spoil In a corner, they meet To gist and backbite About why I progress But nothing spoil When you hate, I know Even if it doesn't show Pls don't stop hating Cos I get motivated I may not be handsome But I'm cool I may not be gentle But I'm caring I may not be stuffy But very well loaded I mean very well Cos nothing spoil I'm not bothered but bored That's why I put down some words In case it may serve as record After all nothing spoil

Bleeding Vessel

I'm a loner on this street I'm a hustler without bills No strong thing, no hard feelings Just yet to locate a heart beat With same rhythm on my ECG Been single, is not a real deal But going alone to see a movie Not even with a paid side chick Every day, getting loved is a film trick Confused me, oh confused inner peace Even a lion gets a lioness Also a man from village, without digress Will eventually get a mistress Out of the things that put man in distress Being loved by the one you love, is priceless In my diary, is going to Soweto Not to buy corn or potato But to be by your side as a commando Without much ado Let's say, I win a lotto Don't leave me chattered Like an alcoholic with ataxia Don't let my heart beat faster It may cause an atrial flutter With a pulse that's irregularly irregular - Acetyl

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