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
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Hmm this is nice. It sounds like Bowen ?
Nice one?