By Habeeb Olokooba
My arrival on the soil of Usmanu Danfodiyo University, Sokoto carved a new way of living as a student.
The first thing that drew out my intestine out of my anus is the story of how someone’s course can be changed from law to Islamic Studies and from Medicine and Surgery to Forestry_if he/she misbehaves in the confirmation hall or some key documents are missing in his/her files.
After spending three good days that seemed to me like three years, I finally got my confirmation.
That day, I woke up as early as possible and I reached ETF 3_the confirmation and screening venue_ at 7:00am. And luckily for me, my punctuality paid off.
The moment the staff in charge started the process, I was among the three persons to be called out.
As he elated as I was like a World Cup winner, I stepped out of the ETF 3 lecture hall.
Then, I saw a group of students outside ETF 2, obviously waiting for a particular lecturer. What was my business again with their course of study? All I knew was I’m now a student of Usmanu Danfodiyo University, Sokoto and I’m entitled to receive lectures as well. Indeed I’m a jambito.
I walked up to them and waited too. After the lecturer arrived, we entered the class to take our seats. The lecturer was teaching EDU 101, and as a new student, I listened very attentively to all that the lecturer was saying.
Afterwards, he gave a test which I wrote and submitted. But upon stepping out, a guy approached me.
“Hey bro what’s up?… My name is Ridwan, a new student from the faculty of Education. And you?” he asked.
The moment I heard this, it quickly dawned on me that I had received the wrong lecture.
“If he is a student of Education and I’m from the department of Agriculture, what is the nexus between us in receiving lectures together,”I asked myself.
I have heard of borrowing courses but I know my course is not Education Agriculture but rather Agriculture. I should have nothing to do with the EDU 101.
I looked at Ridwan and walked away gently. At least, he is a jambito like as well. I didn’t let him realize my ignorance of receiving a lecture that is not even related to my course.
“Na me fuck up ” I thought before returning to the hostel ashamed.
I still remember this day, something that made me laugh each time I recall.
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