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    Episode 6,7&8

    Episode 9,10&11

    Episode 12&13

    Episode 14, 15&16

    Episode 17&18

    Episode 19&20

    Episode 21-24

    Episode 25&26

    Episode 27&28

    Episode 29

    Episode 30

    Episode 31&32

    Episode 33&34

    Episode 35

    Episode 36

    Episode 37&38

    Episode 39

    Episode 40 final

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    The Painful Pleasure (TPP)
    I waited patiently as the phone loaded slowly due to the
    poor network. Believe me, network is always very slow
    whenever one wants to check result.
    It was my third post UTME in the prestigious Obafemi
    Awolowo University. My first and second post UTME result
    was 168 and 199 respectively, i could remember vividly that
    my mum (who gathered money from her petty trade of
    fruits) said to me having seen my second trial result “If only
    they were so nice to add one mark, you would have gotten
    Well, she was very sad, but she still encouraged me (without
    even talking about the money with which she obtained the
    form for me). She just said that i should try more, she said ”
    ti esin ba da ni, a maan tun gun ni” which means that; when
    a horse makes one fall, we try climbing again. . .
    I was so lost in thought, all i could think of was my mum
    who had been struggling to make me someone in life. She
    has been doing all these alone since i lost my father when i
    was ten in a fatal accident along Lagos-Ibadan express way
    (that was some 8 years back). Since I’m the only child, she
    has only shown me so much care and affection, and i can’t
    afford to fail post utme the third time. . .
    All these was going through my mind, and my thoughts were
    too crowded to notice that the result has loaded, and is right
    on the screen staring at me. I snapped out of my thoughts to
    discover that ‘the bridegroom’ is here, all i needed to do was
    to ‘zoom’ on my outdated Blackberry tour that i bought
    (3000 Naira, UK used) with my life savings. Trembling with so
    much fear, i pressed the middle key, there came my result. I
    looked at it, and behold. . . .
    What exactly did he score?
    Find out in Episode two.

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    The Painful Pleasure (TPP)
    Trembling with so much fear, i pressed the middle key, there
    came my result. I looked at it, and behold, it was ‘255’.
    I shouted so loud, that my mum heard my voice in the shop
    “Thank you Jesus” I couldn’t believe my eyes, with a JAMB
    score of 235, that is an aggregate (Jamb+postutme divided
    by 2) of 245 which is enough to study microbiology (my first
    choice) since the cutoff for microbiology the previous year
    was 240.
    I started rolling on the floor with so much Joy. My mother
    (who had heard my voice earlier) came in. “Dapo what is it”
    she enquired. I just gave my phone to her, then she saw my
    result, no adjective can qualify the look on her face on that
    fateful day, she was just too happy as she didn’t know what
    to say. She opened her mouth, and what came out was “ose
    oko mi” as tears of joy started rolling down her both chicks.
    This means; “thank you my husband”. (This is how Yoruba
    mothers do when they are very happy with you, they call
    you “oko mi” which means “my husband”)
    Well, I’m her husband, since she has lost her husband since
    8 years and I’m the only one she has. “I knew you will make
    it”, she said to me, hugging me tight with so much Joy. She
    went to the market, bought life-chicken, killed and fried for
    me. I ate the chiken with garri, garnished with sugar and
    milk (that was the best meal i had that year). My mum was
    so happy, indeed that day was the happiest day of my life.
    All these happened August 12 2010, and by November, the
    admission list was out and as expected, i was given my
    course of choice- Microbiology.
    For those in OAU, you will agree with me that OAU is a
    university that gives you admission today, and then you
    resume in ten years time (that’s just exaggeration o). I saw
    my admission status in November, and we were to resume
    June of the following year, because there was ASUU strike
    then which disrupted the school callendar. Well, it’s an
    advantage for me, since it would give my mum enough time
    to source for my fees.
    So my mum did all she could, and got the fees, what a
    wonderful woman she is. Though that period appeared to be
    so slow, because i had waited for years at home and can’t
    wait to resume school. As long as it seems, the day drew
    near and it was just a month to resumption.
    Behold, it was time for online registeration, i couldn’t do it
    on my phone because it includes uploading of scanned
    WAEC/NECO result, birth certificate, signature and the likes.
    So i had to go to the Cafe. So i went to ‘God’s Grace’ (A
    famous cafe in Apata, Ibadan) to upload my WAEC result
    which was full of C’s and just 2 B’s (It wasn’t bad anyway)
    and other documents. When i got there i discovered that
    there were 5 people already waiting to do that same online
    registration. That was where i met Sandra.
    Who is Sandra? Find out in Episode 3.

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    Since they all came before me, i just had to wait till they are
    done with theirs.
    I sat down with the other four people on a long bench. “How
    much is the registration?” I asked the young girl sitting next
    to me (who looked quite pretty), “good afternoon” she
    answered. “Please pardon my manners, that should have
    been my line.” I said to her. She answered and said, “No
    problem anyway, i didn’t mean it that way, i just greeted you
    because i felt i had to, there is no big deal. Anyway, the guy
    said the registration is 1000 naira with printing.”
    The price seemed quite much, but i didn’t want to create a
    seen or be a nuisance since that’s what all others paid. So
    while we were waiting, i just enjoyed a conversation with
    that pretty young girl beside me.
    Me: So you are here to do your registration too?
    Girl: Obviously, what else would i be doing in a cafe?
    Me: You could be trying to browse the internet or
    Girl: So if that’s what I’m here for, will i be waiting for those
    guys to be through with their registration?
    Me: That’s true (nodding my head in agreement ), since we
    started talking, you’ve only asked questions. So, should i call
    you miss question?
    Girl: You don’t have to call me that, because i have a name
    Me: So with this your beauty, your name must be princess.
    Girl: (Blushing) Don’t wine me joor.(now smiling like
    sobosobo) I’m not princess o, I’m Sandra. So what’s your
    name, Prince?
    Me: Prince ke, my name is Dapo o. Its nice meeting you
    (stretching my hands to shake her)
    Sandra: The pleasure is mine (shaking hands with me). .
    We talked on and on, and she told me that she was admitted
    to study philosophy. I waited until it was my turn, then I did
    my registration. Sandra left and waved me, “see you in
    school” she said. i waved her back, and she smiled from
    afar. It was when i saw that smile that it occurred to me that
    i should have asked for her number. But it was too late, she
    had gone already. “I may never see her again.” I said to
    myself. I just forgot about her since we have more than
    25,000 people in OAU.
    I finished my registration and went back home, preparing
    for school.
    What happened next? Find out in Episode 4.

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    Preparation was in top gear for resumption. My mum
    surprised me when she bought ‘born-vita’ and peak milk. “I
    appreciate your efforts but we don’t even eat this at home
    maami, you don’t have to buy all this. We are not that rich
    and you know it, the money you used for this provision, you
    could have kept it for something else.” I humbly protested.
    She replied immediately ” If i don’t buy this for you who else
    will i buy it for? All my discomfort, is it not for your comfort,
    i toil day and night so that you dont have to do that. Over
    my dead body will you go to school without provisions. I
    want you to be alright, i want you to enjoy life, “soo gbo oko
    mi”, just try and understand me.”
    When she had finished saying all these things, all i could see
    was a mother who was willing to sacrifice her life for her
    son, who was willing to sacrifice her happiness for her son’s.
    I was so touched, and didn’t even know what to say, than to
    say thank you ma. I drew closer to her gave her a hug, and
    with tears rolling down my chicks i said “I will never let you
    down maami.” She replied saying “I trust you son, i know
    you won’t.”
    Though my mum was so happy that i finally gained the long
    awaited admission, but she still can’t believe that her one
    and only son will leave her to go to Ile-Ife. But what can the
    poor woman do, will she ask me not to go? Hell no! She
    won’t do that, she was as happy as i was as far as the
    admission is concerned. I thought for a while and then i
    started having mixed feelings as regards the admission.
    “Well it’s not like I’m going for life, i consoled myself.
    The resumption date was clearly stated- 13th of June 2011.
    Well, i had less than a week to go and i was so ready to face
    the new life, meet new people, learn new things, unlearn
    some things, teach people stuffs, correct wrong impressions
    and become new.
    People were giving me money from different angles. “Pele o,
    omo ile-iwe gba koo fi se owo oko.” They were always
    tipping me, and my mum won’t stop telling them about my
    going to school. “Omo yin n lo school ni next week o” which
    means: your child is going to school next week. Am i really
    their child? No I’m not, but Yoruba people have funny ways
    of talking e.g “se o ti ri aburo e.” This means: have you seen
    your younger sibling, when you are probably from Ibadan,
    and the person being referred to as your sibling is from
    Kaduna. But i actually enjoy the whole stuff, because once
    they call me someone’s child, that person must ‘shake
    body’ (meaning the person must give me money). Since my
    father is no more, “whoever gives me money is my father
    jare” i said, smiling.
    The day finally came, and all i had to carry was my ‘2 by 6’
    mattress, the few clothes i have, my provisions, and some
    food items (garri in particular). And i headed straight to the
    What happened next? Find out in Episode 5.

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    Since we lived in the outskirts of Ibadan, i had to board two
    different taxis to get to Iwo-Road (like the extreme end of
    the city, where you get buses going to other parts of the
    country). My mum followed me to Apata where i took a taxi
    going to challenge, she waved at me and smiled with tears
    (who does that). I waved at her and i rememberd the ‘ranti
    omo eni to nse’ speech. This means: remember the son of
    whom you are.
    You guys know what I’m talking about, there is no one in
    Nigeria that won’t hear this speech from either or both
    parents when going to the university. These includes stuffs
    1. Koju mowe e o: face your studies
    2. Ma ko egbe kegbe o: Don’t keep bad company
    3. Ma kobirin o: Don’t follow girls e.t.c.
    But since my mum knew me to be someone that doesn’t
    really like ladies, since i don’t talk to girls in the area, only 1
    and 2 above was applicable to me.
    To cut the long story short, i got to Iwo road, and i gave a
    small boy 100 Naira to carry my load for me with his wheel
    barrow. I could have carried it myself, but i just felt that if
    everyone should think that way, how will the poor boy get
    his means of livelihood? “At least he is better than those
    guys with no physical disabilities who beg around.” I said to
    I went to the Bus, and seeing my load, the driver said briskly
    “E maaa sanwo eru o.” Which means i will have to pay extra
    for my luggage. I nodded my head in agreement, and asked
    him how much that was, he said 200 Naira, after so much
    bargaining, and so much chastisement by the other
    passengers, he agreed to take 100 Naira, so with 400 fare,
    that will be 500 all together. “Its not that bad.” I. said to
    So we were waiting for the bus to get filled. You know those
    guys now, they won’t move an inch until the bus is full. I sat
    at the third row as the bus has five rows. I would have sat at
    the second row but the driver had told us that three people
    will sit on a row, except the second row where four people
    will sit. Why he said that i didn’t know, and i don’t want to
    know. Because i wasn’t really used to traveling, i wouldn’t
    want anything that would cause me inconvenience.
    On my row there was just one space left as we waited
    patiently. One baba with bald head was already on my left,
    “who will be my right hand traveling partner” I wondered. . .
    There she comes, my sitting partner. As i saw her, i knew she
    was also going to resume in OAU. . .
    Was I right or wrong? Find out in Episode 6.

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    Hmm.,,another story! bring it on

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