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Let me take you a place

A place where the sun bites off the skin

Where the chirp of the bats have become our daily melody

Where skirts so tight is the trend without which one cannot be a ‘’cool kid’’

Where the rules are made to choke our very existence

Where there is a daily struggle like civilians in the hands of a militant to get a ride on the bus with the shout of ‘’#10 and #20’’ change filling the air

On the third day of the week, we flock to the chapel with a grumpy face or a ready heart

With little or no excitement, boys get high on weed and girls turn boys to a necessity

Cafeterias so full, I can barely eat lunch

And when the night falls, the love rises with the aroma of suya filling the air

As love whisper, a flash light pointed in their direction, bringing their episode to an end

The hustling and bustling in the cafeterias with a cool breeze that calms my inside in spite the scorch of the sun

The struggle to get a bus, the need to live beyond those choky rules,

I retire for the night with the knowledge;

That I would be awoken by the ding-dong of the bell by 6am sharp and I hope to relieve every single moment spent on the soil of this place.

About Writer

Elizabeth Olojede is a 400l student of the faculty of law, Bowen University. She is a writer inspired by what happens around her and mostly her personal feelings. Experience is also her main inspiration