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Reminisce........'09

Varied, assorted, a non-ending commodious motley

Strange bedfellows, united in their uniqueness

Backgrounds diverse, variegated as croton leaves

Yet unified towards a common goal

Camaraderie, Congeniality, Conviviality

Bonds tougher than tanned buffalo hide

Sisters, Brothers even Conjugal Bliss

This set would inevitably share.

A favoured, achieving cadre

They would be famed for their fortitude

Upright as sturdy Oaks, uncompromising, unwavering

Their collective achievements, blueprints for generations unborn

Unique in the peculiarities encountered

Yet steadfast in upholding justice and equality

The man would ‘never’ falter in them

As boldly they would speak in the face of tyranny

Strongholds -real and perceived- they would dare

Student-made demigods, principalities

Would come to shudder at their boldness

They would defy the norm to ensure the ‘just’.

Their versatility would belie their creativity

IT consultants, financial Czars, literary icons

Graphic designers, Activist leaders, Medical illuminati

Her quiver rich with arrows coveted by the best of archers

Some of her sons she would loose

Yes, to the final enemy death

But her quiver would remain rich, overflowing with goodness from her standing sons

Memories of the fallen, everlasting

To the YBC’ 09 set

We could never have been more blessed

“LIVE THE DREAM”

Adieux Idi-araba.

Adieux Akoka! Adieux Idi-araba! Adieux LUTH!!!

With Nostalgia heavy on my mind, grief an inevitable companion, and determination my strength forward I herald the end of an era.

It did not settle when ‘habeeb’ asked when next we would meet physically. I remained oblivious when we laughed outside as a group. I uninstalled my electricals, still I remained unfazed. It hit me when Chiji and Leo had to leave the room.

I cannot begin to reminisce the times we shared at Akoka or in Idi-araba. I cannot reminisce our internship year together. What stares me in the face however, is the uncertainty ahead.

Most of us might never meet again. Most of us might meet when the other has had all their kids. We would hear of each other’s exploits. We will celebrate our successes with quiet pride, even in absentia. We will ping ourselves; we will reach out for that continued human touch. However, none can deny the massive wave of nostalgia about to sweep through as we end a phase together.

To the friends we made, to the ones we loved, to the ones we lost, to the one I LOST; we will remember, we will visit our moments together, we will visit our trials and triumphs together, we will visit our trophies together, we will visit and celebrate every collective triumph together.

To Bassey; I wept wondering what to do with your mattress, my heart leapt within when Chiji asked when next we would all meet together, Canada, Yankee, Leo Jaydee, my heart leapt within me when Leo asked if he could take ‘your shirt’ he mistook for mine. I know he didn’t notice but my face changed. I forcefully held the tears that would have welcomed the torrent from all three of us. I had to see them off cos i couldn’t face your absence alone. I wept when i got back into the room. I wept writing this. I remembered Tunde saying he had to take two weeks of work cos he couldn’t face it. I still weep.

I will visit the times we shared together. I will visit often, our games together. I will visit my concussion and how you slept with me at the accident and emergency. My Children will know you. I will take you along wherever I go.

To the rest of us, I urge you; cherish the friendships we’ve built. Nurture the bonds we’ve shared, may distance never make us waver. May our pings ring out from the driest points in Sokoto to the coolest hills in Calabar.

Dear God Jehovah, I beseech thee guide, direct and protect us in our venturing. For it does not belong, even to man who is walking to direct his own steps.

And to the Dream Team; Never, Never, Never give up the will to dream, to proact and to create. Therein lies our mantra.

Till we meet whenever and wherever, ADIEUX IDI-ARABA!

Testing, testing.......from my early days as a corper!

Ode to Ugba!

Quiet, tranquil, idyllic and riotously bland life oozes quietly past in the stead that has become my enclave. Welcome Benue, Welcome Ugba!

The banquet hall posed nothing short of expectations, laboured air conditioners stood guard, famed sentinels of the tropics, their capacities outstretched. The marble outlay, impressive as it was, bespoke the work of an insentient stylist. Our receptacles; couches well padded alleviated the ache in my bum soothing the memories of my trans-Atlantic journeying.

His mien exuded the arrogant confidence associated with politicians this divide of existence. His beard; woolish, well-groomed, I couldn’t but envy the glow his skin gave off.  All over, he gave of reason to be regarded as a very important personality. His speech was little disappointing, he held off much better than a famed first lady. He turned out the deputy Governor of my service state.

The introductions were as boring as they were ineluctable. All ears were on alert for the highlight of the day and we were not disappointed. His announcement brought down thunderous applause as we eagerly collected the first instalment of our packages to come.  At that point I greedily forgave the non-people oriented stance his government is known for.

Medicorps members Benue 2011

Our posting letters were to follow, with the oooohs, aaaaahs and arrrrghs consequent with postings. To Ugba in Logo I was directed, a hamlet touted as one of the best around. I proceeded with glee, only to meet with the first disappointment in a continuing series so far. My Medical officer in-charge was too myopic to see with the voice of reason and energetic vibes I was feeding him. He refused granting a letter of introduction needed to open passageways for me. God pass am ‘sha’, and I trudged on the mark my price. My better half would do a good job soothing me.

A week later I resumed fully. Never have I been this retarded in my short existence on earth. The boredom here is tangible, enough to be palpable. The pace of life is unbelievably slow. Adam, alone in the Garden of Eden wouldn’t be envious. Time moves slower than the snail. The people are docile enough for sheep to be envious. Content with sustenance and covering, their aspirations are at peace with nature.

My fifth day here and solitary confinement in absolute darkness will compare. I have only God, BB, and the hope of getting out ASAP keeping me going.

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