It started 2012, the day was June 11 and
That was my birthday, I just turned seventeen
I remember standing on the queue for registration
Dad looking on, proud is what I vowed to make him
First year was so much fun, “wow, I’m an undergrad”
Meet Seez and started heating up the underground
Back to books though, ’cause MAT 111 had voluminous assignments
We had sleepless nights because all of the works were piling
Then tests came, we realized that this was no play
School was no fun and games like Nollywood loves to paint
Those were the good days, memories priceless, you can’t buy them
Like when I saw Tracy and my brain lost its allignment
Damn…it was a sunny afternoon
Her hair was blowing in the wind and she was laughing too
“Don’t fall, Vickers, don’t fall”, but I broke like a plastic spoon
Man, crushes and all…okay, okay, back to books
Fast forward, 200 level, the G.P. dropping session
Mechanical courses were heating up the tension
T.D almost cracked my back, waiting for the end like pension
Results “skewed” our brains to the point we invented formation
Then third year came, they said it would be simple
Petroleum terms were so foreign, I thought lecturers spoke in riddles
We were forming “Petrolites” but didn’t know the little-
difference between petroleum and crude oil, we learnt it all with full joy
The mechanical and electrical guys said petroleum was easy
Okay na, wait till you see the calculations in advanced drilling
The correlations & charts… abeg argue with your Fourier Series
400 level was stressful, we were fiending for a release
Got the release the moment I.T. came
Met the good, the bad and the I.T.K.s
Put in that work, man, I did put in that work
It was as sweet as a song by a nightingale
…that was until I heard the news
“Oh God, please this can’t be true!”
Facebook posts saying that we lost Olu
I was in shock and I didn’t know what to do
…but that’s life
Rest in peace to the brothers who ascended past life
It’s a jungle out here, we’re never quitting that fight
Well I.T. ended, and in a blink of an eye, it’s part five
IT defence, project defence
Defence on defence, I’d rather sit on the fence
We were counting the days because our freedom was near
With smiling faces, the joy was too much to bear
Final exams came, our black and yellow jackets would make Khalifa jealous
We poured water, turned the school upside down, nothing they can tell us
This is the result of hard work, zeal and persistence
Three fingers in the air, so…free from the system
herovickers
So…the title is unconventional. I wanted to name the post either of the two of them but I could not make up my mind.
Read it in Nas’ voice and it’ll make so much sense, it’ll be like Nas’ ‘Memory Lane (Sittin’ in Da Park).
Oh and I was superbored when I wrote it.
This is like what you’d write if your lecturer told you to give a summary of your five years stay in school in 449 words.
So…ciao.
