I miss Ife.
I miss her.
I miss OAU.
I miss the risky burgers, those we buy at 1 am.
I miss the events at SUB car park when UBA, Close-up, Nescafé or some other brand comes around.
I miss the shows at Amphitheatre where tickets can't be sold for more than N300 else no student will show up... I mean all students will show up, and after 2 hours the organisers will have to let em in for FREE!
I miss the Project Plays at Pit Theatre, that start at exactly 7:00:00 pm.
I miss the 2 hour prayer walks at 4 am along Road 1.
I miss the bats that litter the sky like errant warplanes.
I miss the nights cos OAU doesn't sleep.
I miss the brother and sister kneeling and holding hands at Football training pitch, perhaps asking God if 'IT' is His will.
I miss the 'aro' of Awo... sister, brother wa o... sister, you're ALMOST beautiful.
I miss the sirens of megaphones with verbose unionists coming to announce either an impending fight with management or a fight that has just been settled.
I miss the treks to Spider .
I miss the early morning preachers : Jesus Christ is coming again! How can you have a girlfriend and you want to go to heaven?
I miss the burteries that never have change.
I miss the late night readings at Ajose and Law.
I miss the 4-hour 12am walks and talks with SOMEONE.
I miss MOZ 101, SPORTS 202, MOREMI 303, MOREMI 404, MOREMI 505. I have the certificates to show.
I miss seeing 2 become 1 at motion ground, Sports Main bowl and Philosophy foyer (actually I don't).
I miss the speeches that go: The voice you're hearing is the voice of kini kan kini kan... Permit me to step aside by saying Aluta Continua, Victoria... Is my girlfriend.
I miss the ladies I RAN away from cos I didn't want.
I miss the ladies that said NO to me cos they didn't want.
I miss the daily Muslim call to prayers. The way those guys sing the call, they can win The Voice Nigeria.
I miss INTECU!
I miss going to New Buca to watch football matches.
I miss Tola at central market. She always sells to me at cheaper rates and she's friendly and doesn't mind my heavily-accented Yoruba. So the other day I bought her Hollandia milk and fish roll.
I miss the waitress at Forks who always adds extra meat for me and buys me Coke if she's on duty.
I miss A1 and Spices and Jo's Indulge.
I miss the ideological arguments in front of Ken Saro Wiwa SUB.
I miss Maintenance.
I miss the long queues at FORKS.
I miss the fresh raw oxygen from under the trees close to Oduduwa Hall.
I miss walking around campus with no destination, but just to revel in the thrill of being alive.
I miss Ife.
I miss her.
I miss OAU.
But most importantly, I miss the friends I made. Some for just 1 semester, some for 2 sessions, some till just as we left school, others we'll be friends for life. But they all count. I miss the memories. They're the substance. They're what make me smile when I remember these friends. At times I feel teary too. Some, I may never see again in life. Some I'll see in 5, 10, 20 years? Who knows...
But I miss our times together... This is to YOU.
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