Names of Noise Makers

*Period after break, before Mathematics class*

Class Captain: “You guys should stop making noise! I’m writing names” -__-

*Noise continues*

Class Captain: *tears paper out, looks around for people she loathes*

NOISE MAKERS

1. Yinka Dada (She was chewing gum noisily)

2. Stella Chibuzor (Dancing in front of class)

3. Tolulope Adebisi x 10times

4. Tosin Adeola (Snoring while she was sleeping)

5. Fatima Abubakar (She helped everyone go to tuck shop and caused a lot of noise)

6. Temitope Olasewe (Putting on lip gloss in class)

7. Nkem Makonam (She eyed me when I said everyone should stop making noise)

8. Adokiye Agunbiade (She was flying her shirt)

9. Moyin Oluwade (Her shoes were making noise)

10. Valerie Okpara (She was reading a novel instead of her school books)

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Where is the noise love?

Of P-Square and QC girls

It’s #TBT, let’s indulge a little!

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This happened in the early years of P-Square’s career, before they had uncountable hit songs and the main jam was “With your bizzy body ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

It was far back 2005 when they dropped the Get Squared album and everyone was crazy about it.

We were having one of our many social evenings in QC, I think it had something to do with T&P club (Talents and Potentials) – the main details are fuzzy now. I’m 9 years older.

To the matter!

So we were having a number of artists perform on stage in the hall, I do not remember them ’cause they didn’t cause so much stir like P-Square did.

P-Square got on stage and started with the main jam we were all crazy about – Bizzy Body.

(Let me quickly mention here that they got on stage like Micheal Jackson would have – bless his soul. All the confidence and swag and everything mehn. And QC girls had reacted like Micheal’s fans would have. We were screaming, fainting, tearing our shirts!!! )

While Bizzy body was going on, all the seniors – with already awesome bodies – had pulled out their tucked-in shirts from their skirts, unbuttoned it halfway, tied it up and found their way to the front, where they could be within sight from the superstars as they belly danced.

We the flat ones, we stayed at the back and waited for a more accommodating song, then suddenly, Get squared was up and we moved our masculine bodies in glee 😀

Somewhere between all this fun and excitement, Peter had thrown his head band into the crowd and someone had caught it and was screaming in triumph. The reaction had warmed his heart so much – or so I’d like to think – he decided to go a notch higher.

So he ventures;

“Would you like to go crazy?”

We scream: “YESSSSSSS!!!!!!”

He goes again;

“Would you like to go crazy?”

And we scream even louder!

“YEEEESSSSSSS!”

Then he lifts up his tee-shirt to show us his well sculpted abs!

Somewhere between my gasp and my intention to scream, the stage was filled with girls – with tied-up uniform shirts – struggling to touch those abs!!

Yes, we went crazy!

Oh! It was crazier than either of them would have expected. It was like a mob! I heard they had been slightly injured.

In all, it’s still one of the best live performances I’ve had.

Crazy fun!

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If you were in QC at this time, say “Whoop!” beneath :)

A fine white light

Little red riding hood sat by my bedside,
“Hi Konko”, she said
I opened my eyes a little,
“Hi Little”, I said.
“I brought you flowers”.
“Thank you, please put them in a vase by my bed”.
I drifted back to sleep.
T’was the first dream.
***

I stood in front of the statue in Queen’s College wearing a pinafore,signifying she was a junior student. She’s been there for ages past, holding a torch supposedly brightly gleaming, passing it on to every student that came in through those gates.
She jumped down and dropped her torch. All the rumors I had heard abouther crying every night suddenly added up. She said;
“All I want is to be a senior, I’ve been in this uniform way too long!”
I replied; “Would you rather have certain parts of you broken just to have a new uniform or would you stay beautiful?”
She chose the latter and climbed back on her pedestal with a new poise.
I walked towards my dormitory.

***

With each stride I took, I grew bigger. I was nothing near the nine year old child who walked into QC gates, tiny and timid. I was big and bold. I didn’t spend hours in senior dormitories fetching buckets after buckets because I was too timid to say no, too afraid to be spirited. I was Gulliver in their midst and I lived it. T’was the third dream.

***

I was in university. Covenant University seemed to be all I wanted. I had settled into a routine. Class > library > hostel.Feeding was thrown carelessly somewhere around. It was a sick way to live, it was the way I deemed fit. I had a tent, a kitchenette and a leisure park built in the library. I had neighbors. I grew to love them. It was my safe spot.
On one of those days, I was there having the time of my life – so to speak – and suddenly I collapsed. My neighbours came to my rescue. They hauled me over to the health center, where they called it a lack of something something. I didn’t hear what it was, it was but a dream. I woke up on the sick bed I’ve been in the past 5 days.

***

I imagine that in the thin line between life and death, people have all these dreams. Dreams of childhood fairytales,of wrong moves, of things they could have done better. Then they see a fine white light, waiting to take them to a better place- hopefully.

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I saw a fine white light this morning. Glowing in all it’s glory. It was fine enough to draw me in, but I wanted more.
I said to Him; “I haven’t done half the things you asked me to, do you really think it’s time?”
I stood waiting for a response and then I heard my mum say;
“Is the light too bright, should I turn it off?”

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