Christian brother that I am, the one my cousins attended and since their people were kind enough to give me a room I could stay in when I had no hostel it seemed like a good place to be. I avoided parties, I went about inviting people to church, I was at every program on every day of the week, and I was very much into it at least until a bad GPA weighing about 2.8kg slapped me in the face. The problem wasn’t being part of a fellowship, before you guys eat me up for what I said, the problem was that the particular fellowship drained up so much of my time still leaving me with the impression that everything will be okay cus it’s the work of God. I was pretty stupid though, my bad. Second semester I moved out of the church room and joined the frat house which is known till date as 706.
We were about 10 and we were always on a roll. We were all over the school and began to gain popularity slowly, we were the turn up at every party at every event, we were lords of the booze, poppers of pills, certified mixologists and we rolled with the top dogs of the school. Campaigns started from us because of our influence and all the girls knew us, whether by name or face. During this period of balling my GPA joined me in the highlife at cloud 4.0 which some would consider very ironic. Quickly time passed and we were in 300l, notice that I never talk much in the first person singular? That’s because I was always with the wolf pack. Hostel accommodation exercise tore the frat house apart but we still maintain a cordial relationship till date. The pack became some of my course mates who were also part of the frat house and some new ones, our crib was the famed 203. School got tougher in 300l and we were usually in TBS class reading at every free time. The TBS attendees not long after, came to the knowledge of our presence. We had less free time but the college at this time started booming with juicy scandalous secrets and we’d be dammed if we didn’t take part in it. We made it our business to know the freshers, 200l students that came in so we could give them our own orientation of both the school and us. All of us thirsted for power and we took up positions in our department, joined committees of compssa and were making our way up the ladder in the House of Lords. I’m no stranger to OPH, I’ve been in out of there more times than I care to remember, a few times the sun rises with me still in there but the secret to this is to ensure its always the weekend. I never cared for any serious relationship in the school because I couldn’t see the upside to it especially as I loved the thrill of adventure and variety. Several times I would walk one girl to OPH and walk away from OPH with another girl, even when nothing was really going on, I enjoyed having people talk. At random nights we would stop random girls on the road to have random chats and we kept meeting new people this way. I wouldn’t go into much details about it but it will surprise you the number of Medilag girls that are as uninterested as you are in the theatrics of a relationship and just wanna have fun. I guess my sincerity about it helped me meet them and together we made some very interesting college memories. How we could walk into a random club and always meet Medilag girls was one of the things I didn’t really understand, partly because it would give the impression that many of our girls are ballers but this didn’t make much sense because they give you a different vibe in school. I wouldn’t blame them much though, Medilag is too small and gist easily flies and can change three times or more even, before it reaches you again and you’d be wondering how the gist became like that. You may not even know it’s your gist with the way it would sound different so forgive them for their secret lives. There was an experience in block 1 car park with my seniors graduating, it felt awesome like we owned the school for that moment. Music blazed from the car, bottles were being passed around, and gist was in the air as we enjoyed our last moments with them. That’s nice and all but the real gist is that I took a tipsy stroll to OPH and very close to the new great hall, inside a car, I had the privilege to witness a steamy show of passion as the car moved rhythmically to the sound of her moans and the tempo of his thrusts. I thought tomyself “get a room!” but what did I know, a room is after all, according to my iPhone dictionary, a space that can be occupied or where ‘something’ can be ‘done’. I rest my case. Not to rush but several things have made me laugh, made me angry, confused the shit out of me and have also made me sad about this school and I really cannot begin to state them individually so forgive me. Currently I’m in my final year at the top of the food chain in the school, even if I do say so myself. I’m a Yoruba boy and I speak two languages: English and Spanish, I’m in my room, come and beat me. And I am crazy about a stunning angel in my department, go figure. In truth I’ll conclusively say that Medilag is a small place but that’s what makes it more of a community, to separate yourself from this community is to miss out on the full package of being in the college of medicine. At some point you’ll be in trouble, at some point you’ll cause the trouble, at some point you will cast, at some point you’ll be in love and at some point you’ll be in a hurry to leave the school. But to sit on your ass and not come out for the experience is the worst Medilag experience you can ever have. My name is well known, I am a 500l MLS student and I am the President of the Nigerian Medical Laboratory Science Students Association (NIMELSSA) 2017/2018. I may not be able to sincerely proclaim love for UNILAG but I sure as hell love MEDILAG.
By Riley
Awwwwww m proud of u😁😁😁😁😁
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ReplyDeleteNice one Riley
Let's Nuh cast the fellowship abi¿��
T.Y
Good!
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