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  • Is This What You People Were Eating in Boarding School?

    Is This What You People Were Eating in Boarding School?

    I didn’t go to a boarding house for secondary school, so I have no idea what the eating situation there is like. But I’m constantly hearing stories about terrible school food and the weirdest combinations students are made to eat. 

    I’ve been intrigued about this for the longest time. Today, I finally decided to ask young Nigerians about the most bizarre things they ate in boarding school. Their answers will terrify you. 

    “We mixed egusi soup and beans because we were late for lunch”

    —  Emeka*,19

     On this particular day, eba and egusi soup was served for lunch. Unfortunately, my friends and I couldn’t make it to the lunch room on time, and all the eba had finished. We collected the soup, and some girl in the lunch room said she had leftover beans from breakfast. Because hunger was killing us, we took it and mixed it with the egusi. We created a space in the middle of the beans and poured the soup, and that’s how we ate it. The soup was so watery, some ate it like beans and garri. They’d take one spoon of beans, then drink the egusi.

    Another time, we had Jollof garri. This was made by cooking raw garri, palm oil, crayfish, onions and pepper, in a pot with no water. I still eat it to this day. The only problem is the severe constipation you’ll face much later. 

    “I drank garri with sardine inside”

    —  Abiola*, 21

    School food always tasted terrible, and we would do anything not to eat it. This meant we had to rely on our provisions whenever we were hungry. Once our provisions and money for snacks finished, we had to come up with ways to combine foods so we won’t die of starvation. 

    A lot of the weird things we ate revolved around eba. There was “ebansa”:eba and sardine, “ebange”: eba and geisha and “ebanspice”: eba with Maggi, salt, pepper and a little water. But it all started with “ebanketch”, which is eba and ketchup. 

    I remember a time we stole scent leaves from someone’s farm, washed and cut it, put it in a plate of water, and added salt, Maggi and pepper. We ate it with eba. When the eba finished, we ate the rest of the “soup” with Cabin biscuit. We spent the rest of the day going back and forth to the toilet. It was epic. 

    We also tried beans and pineapple, bread and palm oil, boiled egg with pepper, salt and Maggi. Sometimes, I drank garri with sardine inside.  

    ALSO READ: 9 Life Hacks From Boarding House That Helped Us Survive in Nigeria

    “We ate termites and raw corn” 

    — Ogochukwu*, 21

    Termites were a special delicacy for students in my boarding school. 

    We’d catch them by putting bowls of water underneath the lights they were swarming around, before going for prep at 7 p.m. When we came back at 10 p.m., there would be a lot of termites in the bowl. For the next two hours, we would sit and stick long broomsticks through them and wrap in newspapers. In the morning, after breakfast, we’d head to the kitchen and roast them over coal, garnished with salt and pepper. We ate the termites while drinking garri. 

    We also ate raw corn. My school was a federal government college, so there were many farms owned by staff and people who rented land around it. We were prohibited from going to the farms, but we always snuck in to steal corn. We’d try to roast it at night over the coal iron in our room, but the smell always spread immediately, so we couldn’t roast for more than five minutes. This meant we always ended up eating it raw, but the corn was very milky and juicy, so we didn’t mind. I’m sure this contributed to my appendicitis a few months after graduating.

    “Fasting made me eat eba and beans” 

    — Fatimah*, 20 

    During Ramadan, we ate beans and eba for Iftar in the evening. Due to the fasting, we had to combine our afternoon meal(beans) and evening meal (eba and soup). It actually tasted nice. There was also this meal called “fetch”, which was basically eba mixed with sardine or geisha. We ate it like eba and soup. It was very disgusting, but we ate it almost every weekend because we had no choice; the school food was awful.

    “We made our sandwiches with groundnut, milo and milk”

    — Ismaila*,23

    On Sundays, our school served us bread, butter, Milo and milk for breakfast. And my friends would make a sandwich out of all the ingredients, including Milo and milk, then add sardine. Jollof rice with boiled eggs and fruits was served for lunch one particular day. I’d kept my breakfast till after lunch because I wanted to add the boiled eggs and groundnuts to my sandwich. So it became a sardine, butter, milk, Milo, groundnut and boiled egg sandwich. I loved it. 

    ALSO READ: 10 Nigerians Talk About Traumatic Experiences They Faced In Boarding School

    “We created our own cereal by mixing cornflakes, garri and sardine”

    — Itohan, 21

    We mixed cornflakes with garri, sardine and pepper. It was a delicacy we ate once in a while, usually on Saturdays. Some of my roommates would do just garri or cornflakes, but I liked to do both. And it had to be Nasco because it tasted better than any other cereal. Everything about the combination was elite; the crunch, the flavour, the pepper… they mixed well to make such a delicious meal. I still eat it at home once in a while. 

    “One of the best things we had was Milo candy”

    —  Kai, 22

    Back in school, we mixed ground cabin biscuits with butter, milk and sugar. If we had money, we’d also add chocolates. It tasted amazing, much better than school food. We also did this thing where we’d put Milo in sheets of paper and place it under our mattresses for at least a day. The next day, it would be really hard like candy. We loved it so much because we didn’t have access to candy or anything sweet in our school, except when people’s parents visited. We also mixed Tasty Time and Nutri C to make soda during hostel parties. It tasted great back then, but it’s not something I’d drink now. 


    ALSO READ: Ranked! Boarding House Meals

  • 5 Covenant University Students Talk About The Silliest Offence That Got Them In Trouble

    5 Covenant University Students Talk About The Silliest Offence That Got Them In Trouble

    Students in Nigerian universities have stories to tell, but hardly anyone to tell them to. For our new weekly series, Aluta and Chill, we are putting the spotlight on these students and their various campus experiences.


    Earlier this year, I had a conversation with a student of Covenant University, and he talked about how tedious the school policies are and his run-in with the school management. One take-away from that conversation was that it is almost impossible to avoid getting into some sort of trouble if you study at the school. So, for this episode of Aluta and Chill, I spoke to a couple of current and past students and get them to talk about a time they had a run-in with members of the school management. 

    This was originally published in 2020.

    BeatriceI got in trouble because my friend’s button was undone.

    We had just finished service at the chapel and I was walking to a class with a friend. We ran into the dean, but I didn’t think I had anything to worry about. I was dressed in appropriate clothes and buttoned up to the neck, so I was good with the dress code. But I think one of my friend’s buttons was undone and the Dean doesn’t miss such things. Then I heard his voice fill the air, asking my friend to give him her ID card.

    I didn’t think it was my business, but apparently it was. He called me back as I was walking away and asked for my ID card too. He collected the cards and sent us to class. After our class was over, we went to the Student Affairs office. He gave us an offence form and he instructed us to write “gross insubordination” as our offence. That was very confusing. I faced the SDC afterwards. Luckily, I didn’t get into more trouble because I had no priors. I got off with a letter of warning. 

    AliceI got in trouble for “kissing my boyfriend” even though we were several feet apart.

    This happened in my third year. It was the departure service night — it’s this prayer thing we do at the end of the semester before we go home. The service had ended and I was hanging out with my boyfriend. Then this hall officer appeared out of nowhere and claimed that she saw us kissing. That was absurd because we put a good distance between us. She insisted on her stance — that there was a picture she took of us in the act.

    There was no picture and we knew that. We asked her to show us the picture. Of course, she couldn’t, so she had to let us go. I returned to school the following semester and found out that she was my hall officer. I didn’t think much about it or the situation that happened the previous semester. One day, I was going to church when she called me, and without a word, she gave me an offence form to fill. She charged me with gross insubordination and dress code violation, but I knew what it was all about. Lucky for me, it never got processed.

    Gbenga  Someone on my floor was apparently smoking weed, so they took all of us on the floor for a test.

    It was 1 am, but most of my coursemates were still awake — we were studying for a major test we had in a few hours. Next thing we knew, guys in suits were knocking on doors and calling everyone on our floor to come out of their rooms. 

    Apparently they had gotten a tip that someone on our floor had been smoking weed, so they took all of us to get tested for drugs. We were stuck there for hours and by the time they finally let us go, it was time for class. Most of us failed that test.

    MuyiwaI got in trouble for talking in the chapel.

    It was a Thursday evening and I was at the chapel. Papa came to preach, so the MSS guys — they are the school security people — were so extra that day. I was having a discussion with a couple of friends. One of the hall officers knew me and he singled me out. Two of them took me to the Head of MSS. He asked for my name, and I told him, but for some reason, he thought I was lying.

    I didn’t have my ID card on me and that was all he needed to book me. Later, I got called to face the Student Disciplinary Committee to answer for chapel misconduct. It was just weird because I wasn’t the only one in the chapel on that day. After that incident, I sort of became a target and they would come into my room any time they wanted to check if I had a bible. And that made me very uncomfortable.

    Ann I never got in trouble even though I violated a lot of their rules.

    I never got into trouble in school, never even got to see the popular offence form people had to fill when they got into trouble. And no. I wasn’t a model student, I skipped classes, skipped chapel services, violated dress code rules a couple of times, and I even left school without exeat. But I never got caught doing any of those. 

    However, an event that I’ll never forget during my stay in CU was the departure service in my first year. The matriculation ceremony held earlier and we had spent most of the week doing mid-semester tests. I didn’t think the departure service was going to be serious. It took a lot to fight the urge to stay in bed and sleep instead. I got to the chapel and everyone was basically lazying around.

    In a minute, everything suddenly became chaotic. I saw students running around. Some were even trying to get in through the windows.  The Chancellor took to the stage and gave an angry speech. The part I’ll never forget was when he said: “If anyone makes a sound, the curse of the Lord will be upon them.” I’d never seen a place go grave silent in seconds. The members of the student affairs department took over from there, going round to check if students were compliant with dress codes rules and if people had their bibles and chapel note (Actual hard copy bible and note.) I didn’t think it was possible for a bible to look like a 60 leaves exercise book until that day. 

    It was just really stressful and I was so relieved when the whole thing ended. But it hadn’t really ended. The following day, more than 200 students were suspended. Just like that. 

    *All names have been changed to protect the identities of the subjects.


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  • 5 ANNOYING Things Every Nigerian Student Hates About Job Hunting

    5 ANNOYING Things Every Nigerian Student Hates About Job Hunting

    Job hunting is hard enough as it is, but doing that while still a student? Hell. If you have ever had to look for a job while in school, then this post is for you. Warning: painful content ahead

    1) Degrees

    Every single job opening is looking for someone with a degree. Some even want people with two or three degrees. Honestly, why can they not just manage the fact that some of us do not one yet? Please, employers, consider us

    2) Job Experience

    We do not have the degree, is it now job experience we can produce from nowhere? Hire me and give me the experience. I command you!

    3) Age

    Jobs will list that they are looking for people not less than 25, and you with your 19 year old birth certificate will just be there wondering why your parents did not get it on sooner. Pain, that is all we know. We blame all the people that call youths future leaders. Let us lead now.

    4) Schedule

    You cannot search for JUST any job, you need one that matches your schedule because you are a busy person. The kind of jobs available will now usually be around the time Prof Ahmadi sets tests. Questions will now begin to be asked. School or money? Decisions, decisions.

    5) Pay

    You finally get the job, and what do they want to pay you with? Vibes and exposure. They will tell us if we can pay for the things we use with vibes or exposure. Rubbish.

  • Aluta And Chill: 6 Pan-Atlantic University Students Talk About Their Mental Health Struggles

    Aluta And Chill: 6 Pan-Atlantic University Students Talk About Their Mental Health Struggles

    Students in Nigerian universities have stories to tell, but hardly anyone to tell them to. For our new weekly series, Aluta and Chill, we are putting the spotlight on these students and their various campus experiences.


    We are taking issues of mental health in Nigeria more seriously than we used to. However, there is still a lot to do. For students, there is a  relationship between mental health and their quality of life, which includes satisfaction with the college experience. So, I spoke to some students at Pan-Atlantic University and asked them to talk about events that have affected their mental health. From feelings of inadequacy and depressive episodes to panic and anxiety attacks, these students had a lot to say.

    Soho

    Four weeks into the second semester of my second year, I got into an argument with my group of friends. They were the closest thing I had to a support system. That would come back to bite me. 

    At the end of the month, the school released the first-semester results. I’d assumed that I would well as I usually did. However, when I saw my grades, they’d done so much damage to my CGPA. It was way below what I was used to. 

    I broke down at once. An existential crisis happened, and I started to question who I was and what my purpose was. I always thought I was a smart person who didn’t need to work a lot to get what I needed. My school persona was tied to my grades, so when I got those low grades, it felt like I lost an important part of myself.

    I always struggled with impostor syndrome as well. I didn’t think I deserved the good grades I got, and the one time it actually happened to me, I believed that my day of reckoning had come and I would be made out as the fraud that I was. 

    A lot happened. I was tired, stressed, and so out of it. Everyone I could talk to wasn’t on speaking terms with me. I went on a downward spiral and was at my lowest for a while. 

    People didn’t know I was hurting because I deflected my pain with humour. I looked happy, but deep down, I was in a lot of pain. 

    Slowly, things began to mend themselves. However, I don’t think I fully recovered from the episode. I was on a 4.GPA before it happened, and I dropped to a 3. GPA. I’ve been trying to get my CGPA back up since that time, but it hasn’t happened yet. I guess I just have to figure out a way to live with it.

    Damilola

    I’m the first child of my parents. Growing up, I was taught to be strong at all times. I’ve lost count of the number of times somebody told me to get a hold of myself because “people look up to me.”

    I internalised all this, and it was a driving force to how I lived my life. In my third year, one of my closest friends died. I didn’t get to process that because it meant going out of character. The enormous schoolwork didn’t help either. School turned to hell for me. At times, I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t shed a tear because that person wasn’t who I was raised to be.

     I’m very outgoing and generally a people person. I put on smiles for people, while I was dying inside. This was me for two months as I struggled to keep it together.

    One night, I attended a friend’s birthday party and drank more than I should have. As I sobered up, I became so emotional and couldn’t stop crying. I had a heartfelt conversation with two of my friends that night and shared everything I kept bottled up inside.

    From that night, I became intentional about my mental health. I decided that it’s okay not to be strong at all times, to blow off some steam when I need to and to let go of anything that could weigh me down. I still struggle with all this, but I take it one step at a time. 

    Ifeoluwa

    My first week at the university was not very fun. Right from the moment I stepped into the gates, I felt funny. On my second day, I tried to push myself out of my comfort zone and talk to people. Everyone was doing it. I saw someone I’d known before I resumed at school. We’d been talking in a group chat, but we hadn’t seen each other yet. It seemed like a good idea to talk to him. 

    But as I walked up to where he was, I started hyperventilating badly. I couldn’t control it even when I got to him. I knew I was in the early stages of a panic attack. We barely spoke a word when I hurriedly excused myself and left awkwardly. It was embarrassing, but it was either that or breaking down completely befoe him and everyone else. I couldn’t live with that memory.

    It was my first panic attack in months. I called my mum and she managed to calm me now, albeit with strict instructions to visit the school clinic. 

    At the clinic, I had an extensive conversation with the school psychologist and she was very helpful. She spoke with me calmly about my history with panic attacks and made me feel much better about myself. I thought that was a wonderful touch. 

     I think I’ve gotten used to the school now, so I’ve gotten some grip on my anxiety and mental health. More importantly, feel better with the fact that the school takes these issues seriously and there is a professional I can always talk to whenever things try to get out of control.

    Carol

    I study accounting, which I’m not very crazy about. I tried to switch departments in my first year, but my parents didn’t allow it. By my second year, I’d had a couple of carryovers. I was just going along with the flow, not sure how to be at my best. 

    I’d just seen a couple of my results and there were additional courses I failed. I was in class when one lecturer came in and started talking about success and how CGPA play an important role in it. She implied that I was doomed to fail in life if I didn’t get my grades up. I was already low, and listening to all of this just made it worse. It triggered a depressive episode. I broke down in class, in front of everyone. 

    When I finally got a bit of myself together and left the class, I went to the guidance counsellor, hoping to get some clarity. However, there was little they could do to help me. 

    I’m in my third year now, and I’m still struggling with school. To be honest, this pandemic is a blessing to me. I’m removed from the school environment, and I don’t think too much about everything that happens there. I don’t know what  I will do when I return to school, and I have no idea how to deal with it. 

    Chike

    I had a roommate in my second year whom we made music together. Sometime during the session, he organised an event — a gathering of music enthusiasts. 

    He was in charge of planning,  and he included me on the list of people billed to perform. It was going to be the first time I performed my songs for people. I was pretty excited and looked forward to it. 

    The day eventually came and everything was great. What I didn’t know was that I would be the first performer of the night. I guess the news took me by surprise, and everything became a disaster from there. 

    My set was terrible. There was hardly a reaction or engagement from the audience. It didn’t help that I forgot the lyrics to my song. 

    I blamed myself for everything that happened. For agreeing to perform at the event. For not preparing better. It was my first time and it makes sense to go easy on myself, but I was incapable of doing that. It was just messy. 

    Needless to say, my confidence took a big hit. I haven’t held a microphone since that event.  I’m working on that, though. I plan on getting myself together and organising a similar event before I graduate from school. 

    Kosi

    Mental health in Nigeria

    Covid-19 happened and the school sent us home. However, academic activities continued. Soon, it was time for exams, but things would be different this time. We would write our exams online. 

    I logged in to Zoom 30 minutes before the exam was scheduled to start. Things were quiet for a while. All of a sudden, I started breathing fast and it felt like something heavy had been placed on me. This had never happened to me, but somehow, I knew what it meant. 

    I called a friend and told him that I was in the middle of an anxiety attack. He instructed me to stand up, breathe slowly, and think of something that makes me happy. I did everything he told me to. In no time, my breathing returned to normal. And I managed to write the exam without any further incident. I think about it sometimes and I know for sure that I don’t want to go through another episode.


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  • 11 Things Every Zikite Can Relate To

    11 Things Every Zikite Can Relate To

    Every student must have heard of the saying: “Don’t let the school pass through you, pass through the school”. With that in mind, these are 11 things everyone who passed through Nnamdi Azikwe University will immediately get.

    1. When you pour water downstairs and the hostel portress shouts “gbadata ana”

    Just get ready to do anything to get out of the situation

    2. How you live when you own a generator and everyone tries to be your friend

    Think free food, free knacks, free gifts.

    3. When you see your friend, hands filled with Roban goodies.

    Bebe, ngwanu gist me.

    4. How the flowers at Chike Okoli look at you when you pose to take a picture.

    We be making your pic swoon-worthy.

    5. After admiring your crush’s shirt and trousers, then you find crocs on his feet.

    What a waste of my admiration.

    6. Everyone, when they see anti-cult coming to the hostel 

    Everybody scatter.

    7. When you alight from keke and driver doesn’t have #10 change.

    Oga, don’t play with my intelligence.

    8. When your quiz is in two minutes time and you can’t find an empty shuttle.

    I need a miracle in my life.

    9.  When you haven’t paid your fees and you remember Esimone is not Ahaneku.

    #BringBackOurAhaneku.

    10. When that smitten church brother invites you for night class

    Brother Solomon, are you sure your ways are pure?

    11. When you hear that Esimone has finally installed CCTV Camera

    Project 2020, here we come.

  • 8 Things You’ll Get If You Were A Backbencher In School

    8 Things You’ll Get If You Were A Backbencher In School

    1) Teachers always picking on you.

    “Everyone at the back, stand up and raise up your hands.”

    2) Cracking the funniest jokes in class.

    Especially when the class is quiet. That’s when the jokes get funnier.

    3) Not snitching and getting punished together.

    Teacher: Who said that?

    Backbenchers: *Crippling silence*

    4) Never doing any assignment or even knowing about assignment.

    When did they give us assignment? what assignment?

    5) Being able to sleep in peace because you were covered by front seaters.

    Lifehack.

    6) Having an exclusive squad.

    League of extraordinary backbenchers.

    7) Gisting when a lecturer is talking.

    Gist > Education.

    8) Having a frontbencher friend to copy assignments from.

    We all need a helping hand.

    9) Not writing in class.

    Because there are better things to do…like sleep.

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  • What She Said: This Was Supposed To Be Fun

    What She Said: This Was Supposed To Be Fun

    In the months leading up to my first year in Uni, I prepared to have the time of my life. I was going to attend tons of parties and stay out past my curfew because I could. I’d also balance being a wild party girl with getting straights As and graduating with a first class in Law. In reality, I spent 80% of my time in Uni sleeping or eating. And I think it goes without saying that I didn’t get that first class. 

    Its been a couple of years since I left Uni and a whole other generation currently make up the larger percentage of University students than mine did. This week I talked to a nineteen-year-old in her third year whose struggles still sound a whole lot like mine. 

    Was getting into Uni hard? 

    Not really. I wrote JAMB and post jamb but I didn’t make the cutoff for law. Luckily I wrote the diploma exam and passed that. Most of us who did diploma ended up crossing over.

    What course are you studying?

    Law, I’m in my third year in UNILAG. 

    Did you pick it out yourself? 

    I don’t even know, I think I was brainwashed. My dad is a lawyer so since I was young I’ve been chanting ‘I want to be a lawyer, I want to be a lawyer’. I don’t think my dad will have opposed me reading anything else but I think he should have sat me down and talked about my options. Let me know that it wasn’t enough to want to a lawyer just because he was a lawyer. There was a Guidance and Counselling department in my secondary school that was supposed to help with that sort of thing but they were completely useless. As far as they were concerned if you were in Art class you should read Law. Science class? Medicine and that’s it.

    Biggest struggle so far?

    My biggest struggle is actually just waking up in the morning and going for class. Ok, I don’t know if it’s my biggest struggle but it’s the first one that popped in my head when you asked this. I’m only doing 5 courses this semester so it’s not like I even have a whole lot of classes to go for. The problem is my hostel is outside school. I have to walk to the gate, join the queue for cab, get to the main campus and walk again to my faculty. It’s a little stressful. I’ve been trying to get my parents to give me a car, but they said I’m spoiled. If they could see my daily struggle they’ll realise it’s a necessity. 

    No sexual harassment?

    It’s only God that has been saving me because 1 in every 5 girls I know has been through some shit. My friend in English had to bring her mum to beg her lecturer to stop harassing her. And she couldn’t even do it in a ‘stop harassing me’ way. Her mum had to tell the lecturer to please see her daughter as his own daughter and treat her like his own daughter before he stopped sending disgusting text messages to her. She’s even lucky he stopped because some won’t have.

    I have friends who never go to Ransome Kuti and Ozolua at night because they think they’ll get raped. I have friends there so I know it’s not that bad but I can’t say their fears are baseless. Anytime I want to see any of my friends who stay in High-rise BQs and I see a lot of boys at the entrance I just turn back because the last time I tried to walk between them someone touched my breast. 

    What still excites you about Uni? 

    Getting good grades. This makes me sound like an efiko but I’m actually not. But seeing just As and Bs when your result comes out our passing a course everyone else failed always gives me the best rush. 

    Want to talk about your grades?

    My grades are pretty decent. I’m on a 2:1 and the worst grades I’ve ever gotten are 1D and 1E and the E was in a stupid GST course that Law students honestly have no business taking. 

    First thing that didn’t meet up to your expectations? 

    The party scene here. I was sold bare lies. I heard there were all these cliques and clubs that used to organise like really wild raves. Play is the only one I can remember now. My older brother came to UNILAG too and he was in Play and I can remember when they were organising G.O.A.T 2. I can never forget the name of the party because all the plans for it sounded so mad. Now it’s to be doing class excursion to the beach. Dead rocks.

    Most jarring experience 

    Getting backstabbed because of man by someone who was actually a pretty good friend. It had never happened to me before then. We went to secondary school together, got admission here together and stayed in the same room for Diploma.

    There was this guy we both knew he was our senior in secondary school. I think he was in SS3 when we were in SS1. We ran into him in Engineering one day and started hanging out with him occasionally but he and I got closer and he honestly just didn’t like her attitude in general. He was staying in a BQ and I used to go and see him a lot.

    Next thing I heard was that she was going around telling everyone I was opening my leg for anyone who stayed in BQ because I thought they had money. Stuff was going down with the guy but I really liked him and it was just him I was with, so that was different. When I heard what she said I just stopped talking to her even though we were in the same room. She first denied it then tried to apologise when I confronted her but I wasn’t having it. 

    One constant in your life right now?

    I’m always broke. The day my pocket money enters I’m broke. I’m on the same allowance my sister was when she was in Uni like 4 years ago. Times have changed, the economy has changed it’s ridiculous that I’m still collecting that. 

    How much is it? 

    35k from my dad. On some months my mum will add 5 or 10k. So let’s say 40 to 45k

    What does it cover?

    As far as my dad is concerned everything in this life except books and handouts. From making my hair to food to data. God bless my mum I still run to her to help me cover bills. Like if I want to buy new bundles or clothes. 

    How often do you collect money for handouts? 

    Every month without fail. If I could do it every week I would but I know that my dad will catch me. I usually collect like 5 to 7k. Then every other month, this super important new book we absolutely need to buy will cost another 10 to 15k because you know it’s a law book. Lol, the day my father should ask to see all the books I’ve been buying with his money I’ll just start planning my funeral.

    Ever buy them?

    Only when the lecturer puts a gun to our head which hardly ever happens in my faculty. As far as I’m concerned it’s part of my pocket money.

    What are you most worried about?

    My mental health and protecting it. Not just mine but those of my friends. I know a lot of people in really really dark places and no one takes us seriously. It’s always this same thing, you are in uni what do you have to depressed or worried about. But this shit is hard. Imagine telling someone about to get kicked out of MedLag or someone on a zero point something gap what do you have to be worried about. After the story they’ve been selling to us since we were born is that if you don’t go to school and finish with a first class you can’t succeed in life. I’m in a good place but I know that just one carry over could change that.

    Think you are going to practice? 

    Nah. I heard there’s no money in Law for us. People in my father’s generation are colonizing the practice and leaving crumbs for people in my own generation to make. Story of Nigeria, right?

    If I could start over I’ll just read a four-year course like MasComm or English. Graduate in 4 years and focus on my shit. Instead, I’m stuck doing this for 6 years so that people can call me the law and call my mother ‘mama the law’. 

    And what’s your shit?

    I’m still figuring it out. There are so many things I’m interested in but so little time to really explore because of my course work. I like to draw and I’m really good at it, I also find graphic design interesting.

    I don’t want to practice but I think it’ll be stupid to finish with anything less than a 2:1 so I have to focus on school. If I’m going to have a degree to fall back on it can be a pass or a third class or even a 2:2 sef. 

    In case you’ve somehow missed them, we’ve been curating stories from Nigerian students around the world for a minute now. You can binge on them here

  • “I Wrote JAMB again after NYSC”

    “I Wrote JAMB again after NYSC”

    “I cannot remember when I decided it was medicine or nothing else. I got admission to study medicine at the University of Benin twice but Uniben was not accredited so I couldn’t study it. Losing that admission twice before I finally settled for Biochemistry didn’t deter me from my goal.”

    “The stress, pains and disappointment that came with Biochemistry didn’t deter me from my goal either. When I was done and I said I wanted to go back to school, I had little or no support. Frankly, I don’t know why I kept on pushing but I’m glad I did.”

    “I wrote UTME twice after NYSC and four times in a total. Today, I don’t have just my Medicine degree but the support of my family and friends as well as some really good grades. Some days it’s hard, especially when your secondary school mates keep on sending you their Wedding IVs and your present university classmates are not even as old as your youngest sister.”

    “But then I remember this has always been what I wanted and the inner peace I get doing this. I truly believe this is my calling. All that makes up for whatever sadness or momentary depression I may find myself in from time to time.”

    • Anon. University of Medical Sciences, Ondo State.
  • “School lasts four years, after that you can do whatever you want…”

    “School lasts four years, after that you can do whatever you want…”

    “I lost my dad in 2002, it’s been hard for me since then. I struggled to make it into school and now my motto is simple: “School lasts 4 years, after that, you can do what you want.”

    “That’s why I’m super focused. I’m trying my best to graduate with the best grade I can. Another thing that drives me is my hatred for ignorance. I read everything, on every topic. I don’t care if it’s not related to what I’m studying, I’ll read it. Because I hate being left out of conversations and I believe knowledge is key to solving every problem.”

    “So people might not understand why I’m so ‘serious’ but I have so much to prove and I hope I do.”

    • Bassey, University of Lagos.
  • “What If This Thing Doesn’t Pay Off?”

    “What If This Thing Doesn’t Pay Off?”

    “I’m a Medical student with a focus on Dental surgery. I’m also obsessed with programming and deep learning; self-taught. My classmates are always like, “why are you wasting your time being a medical student,” but they don’t get it. They don’t get it because we don’t do a lot of intersectional sciences here.

    I’m especially interested in Cyber Medicine, Oncology, and figuring out ways to get healthcare to the most remote places without moving doctors.

    I’m going to be done with school this year but to be honest, I’m still scared of what’s coming next. There are companies already showing interest in hiring me to come work with them.

    But sometimes I still ask myself questions like, what if all these companies disappear when I leave school? What if this whole learning to become a programmer doesn’t pay off and I should have just focused on becoming a Dentist?”

    – Stephen, University of Benin