The Arts-Muse Fair

Leaving home for school, and the other way round, was always dreadful when it meant having to sit for hours on end in ridiculously tiny Hiace buses that mostly plied the saddening South-West federal roads that connected the lip-sealing deadly ones up North. If you were travelling from Lagos to Zaria, you had to spend an entire day on those roads, sandwiched between other passengers, most times, the space meant for the movement of your feet, compromised by loads, so that your knees were practically up in the air, as though they were yearning for a catch-up with your chest. If you didn't control them- because buses like that never had enough space between a row of seats and another- the passenger in the seat in front of you had a bone to pick with you, half as much as you had one to pick with the one behind you. It was always a long-ass journey with a heavy dose of non-stop grumbling and fight for comfort. No one ever won, we only got "gifts", like the kil

In the year 2003, I- a freshman DE student, who had no idea anything else could be tougher than the A-Levels hell hole I had just emerged from, totally brainscathed- met a man. If you were a DE student, you had to juggle between five courses with your own classmates, and six, with 100 level students. No one gave a fuck if one or two of your lectures from both classes clashed. You had to roll with the punches. Really, you had no choice even as you slumbered and woke up with a start, trying to stay afloat, and constantly adjusting the Confusionist label that always announced your physical appearance. You didn't, not when you were offered admission when half the semester had already gone and the school was on mid-semester break. My first time trying to locate my class, I barged into the office that housed the many, old security officers of the entire Kongo Campus, "Your class...er...is the security office. Go there" was what I had been told. There are levels to

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