A DAY IN EKOSODIN

I met her the previous week at the Fidelity Green Park, just close to the school main gate. Probably, she must be waiting for someone, I thought, as I stared on, looking lustfully at her oval-shaped smooth face. She must be Uniben's Monalisa,

A DAY IN EKOSODIN I met her the previous week at the Fidelity Green Park, just close to the school main gate. Probably, she must be waiting for someone, I thought, as I stared on, looking lustfully at her oval-shaped smooth face. She must be Uniben’s Monalisa, I continued in my thoughts, meanwhile some group of persons who were also present at the park, busied themselves discussing of the forthcoming installation of the ex-CBN governor, now HRH Alhaji Muhammad Sanusi II, as the schools new pro chancellor. I found their conversation so interesting and I couldn’t help but join in their argument; whether it was right for higher institutions to keep installing traditional rulers as their chancellors, rather to leave them to their sole responsibilities of securing a better welfare for their people, come to think of it sef! How many of these monarchs have time for these tertiary institutions in question, other than to confer them with honorary degrees and so on. To my amazement, she too was finding the heated topic interesting and I used this opportunity to get closer. Luckily for me, the more she waited for the presumed unknown person, as a very good sharp guy, I seized the opportunity to get closer; we later exchanged contacts, β€˜lest I forget, my name is Collins Adolf, Adolf Hitler you mean? She teased, not actually sha! The reformed one though, I managed to say. She later introduced her self as Osaze, Oh! Odemwingie, the Nigerian footballer?’ I teased as we both went our separate ways. That day was far gone, and now, two weeks later, I was to visit her in her abode EKOSODIN. It was on a Sunday after church-service, still tushed up I walked through the Engineering pitch down to back gate. Few minutes later I was in her place, somewhere after the popular Edo Street. Her food was nice coupled with chilled Hollandia; hmmm some things went down sha! My mouth cant fit explain. Hours later I was to take my leave and as hospitable as she is, she decided to escort me halfway, swiftly putting on her ‘Yes, No’ slippers. Her hips dangled from East to West, exactly the reason Baddoo Sneh sang; she carry front, she carry back, indeed she too package, soon we hugged and she bade me goodbye. Just when I thought everything was going fine, along a bushy path leading to the famous roundabout in Edo Street, I heard a voice, bros dey with me,’ still confused if it was a command or a greeting. As I turned to face the hefty broses with their scary faces two things ran through my feeble mind, the first was; Guy run for your life and the second; If them catch you, the kind beating wey you go receive, go remind you that young john is perhaps not the wickedest producer. Wetin una dey expect! I followed the safer option na, I loyal and paid my dues, had my own fair share of #TheEkosodinExperience, but to God be the glory, today I am fine and okay to tell the story. And for those who think Ekosodin is over hyped, there is a saying; who nor go, nor know, see you at the other side. #ASWC1 #Fiction

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