Babaku is a compilation of memories a daughter has of her young father who died in his prime. More than that, this book touches on interesting themes such as faith, self-identity, intentional parenting, intentionality in relationships, the value of the education of the girl child and the Yoruba culture.
"I wish someone other than my mother or her age group had sat me down to talk about sex. As much as I love certain aspects of our culture, there are a few that need to be thrown away. One of them is secrecy concerning things of the opposite sex."
There is always a story to be told, as each day welcomes a new challenge or a new blessing. We looked at 2019 in retrospect, irrespective of the pitfalls irrespective of the heartbreaks, we decided to write our story and experiences. Welcome to our 2019 experience as told by us
This Short story is a tale of a Nigerian Student which based on a life experience of the author's friend, however, there are some elements of fiction. This story is not designed to spoil the image of any lecturer but to let people know some of the things Nigerian Students go through. It was Thursday. I woke up early as usual to prepare for school. This Thursday,unlike the ones before was a rainy one and this made me very reluctant to get out of bed , but knowing what tasks lay for the day I had to. My first lecture was slated for 10am and by 9 I was prepared and setout for school. This time the rain had subsided. I trekked from my house to road7 gate to get a lift as I was broke and didn't have transport fare. While waiting,I pondered about the events of the past days and the previous session. For a moment I felt elated that I was in part2 already. Part 1 had been fun although a bit challenging,but life in part2 seemed more promising(I believed). No one refered to me as a fresher again;for that I was grateful,and my academic performance is one I could boast about;judging from my part 1 first semester result,I was on 5.0 GPA,the highest possible, although my 2nd semester results weren't all ready,I was expecting As in at least 4 of the 5courses I took and the remaining 1 I was expecting a B. I thought to myself,if at all my GP would drop it would still be around 4.9. "Campus sir",the voice of the lady beside me flapping a car brought me back to the cognisance of my environment as the car stopped and about three of us ran after it. As we ran,I dashed my foot against a stone but I was too much in a hurry to bother about that,at least it wasn't my first time of getting injured while struggling for lift,some people even fall down, so mine was a better case. living in road7 could be very funny and stressful,it is always "survival of the fittest". At times you get a car on time and at times you have to wait for almost an hour before getting one. But today, the wait was short. The driver drove us to school and when I got to my destination,I alighted,by now it was 9:50 am so I had to run down to class in order to get a front seat. At exactly 10am I got to class and thanks to my able seat mate Celine, who kept a front seat for me,just after me the lecturer came in. Halfway into the lecture,I could hear whispers from my colleagues but didn't pay attention to them because I used to believe the back seaters were the noise makers,more reason why I loathed sitting at the back. After the class my girlfriend came to me. "Seun, have you checked your results?"asked Bimi,my girlfriend "Which results?"I inquired "Mummy's courses of course. She already released 2 of the 3 courses she took us last semester"she clarified. Because we lacked enough lecturers in my department, ,some lecturers had to take us more than one course. For instance mummy,who took us 3courses "Wow"I felt a mixture of joy and anxiety. Anxiety because it was result and joy because 7th week into resumption,mummy was just releasing our results. I could remember I asked her some 5weeks ago about our results and the reply she gave me was"what results". Appalled,I had to start analysing and explaining the courses to her and all she told me was "I'm still busy,but you'll see your results before tests start". Like seriously?,before tests start?,test was going to start by 8th week,but she did keep to her words though and released the results a week to test "Have you seen Faith?"I asked Bimi because I knew they walk together. "Oh, she's still depressed,mummy failed her"she replied "That's so bad" "Yeah. Go and check yours o,I trust you though,you're mummy's boy you can't have issues"she teased "Which son, I know my own mother o, nobody should implicate me o"I said defensively."by the way,babe,have you checked yours?"I asked "No,I haven't joor, I'll do that when I get home,I don't want anything to spoil my mood" "That's ok" "Oh see mummy..." "For God's sake which one is mummy?,she has a name na"I scolded "Ok then. Doctor Obe" "Better!"I said as we both smiled. Actually,she was called Doctor Obe, but my colleagues nicknamed her "mummy"because they said she treats us anyhow. Truth be told,she comes to class whenever she wants. If we have a two hours class she'll come in 40mins into the lecture and leave 30mins before lecture ends. She'll ask us to fix time table and when we fix some of her classes at noon, she'll tell us she can't lecture at noon because she has to pick her children from school by 3. At times she'd turn the class Rep to an errand boy,I could remember a day I went to call her for lecture it was a 2hours class,on getting to her office,she handed me a small purse and told me to go make deposit for her children's school fee, surprised though, I obeyed her,before I got back from the bank, it was already 10mins to the end of the lecture period and she didn't even bother talking about the class or make up another time for it. There were times she would come to class and start telling stories and at the end of the class,she'd say she has taught us. I could remember a day she taught us 5topics in an hour class in which she was 20mins late,at the end of the class she said "I have taught you diejenige, derjenige,reflexive verbs, prepositions and relative pronouns,so when I give them to you in tests,I don't want to hear stories..."and she left . Just like me,my colleagues were surprised, thank God,I was able to take down some jottings because I sat in front. By the way,mummy does not speak up , she'll tell you " I can't shout,if you like listen,if you like make noise,that's your problem but I have taught you. Mummy's voice texture has made even the backseaters to join the battle for front seats. Circumstances like these and many more have made my colleagues refer to her as "mummy"even though no one dared it to her face . Bimi left and I picked up my phone to access the university eportal but the network was fluctuating so I changed my position. The portal finally loaded and I clicked on "view semester raw score",by now ,various thoughts were already coming to my mind. Most of my colleagues seemed to have issues with their results what would happen to me?. At that moment,I remembered the one course I feared last semester. Actually,mummy took us 3courses:DST104,DST106and DST110. Out of these three courses,the only one I feared was 106 while I was confident about the other two especially 104 because I believed I had good speaking skills and a greater part of it was oral. The page loaded and I went straight to check my total for 106 and saw 76,filled with joy,I went back to check my CA and exam then I realized I worked really hard in the exam as my CA was 24/40. I checked 110,it wasn't uploaded and then 104,my favorite,but what I saw made me disappointed:58/100. It was a C. Never have I had a C in my life,not even in secondary school.I checked my exam score and it was good,then I checked my CA and saw 16. She didn't record one of my tests. Just then,one of my colleagues passed by and asked "Hey Seun,how was your result?" "It was good"I replied faking a smile "I trust you na,you're Shana,be fast o because it's 12 already and we have 205mummy's course"she said departing "Alright"I honestly didn't know how to tell my colleagues I had a C, perhaps it was due to my naivety and age. Majority expected an A from me so I kept telling them I did well. Mummy came into the class and noticed the cool atmosphere,then she started first in German "Schönen guten Tag Studenten,wie geht es euch?" "Es geht uns gut"We replied "Ach so"she continued,this time in English"I hope you have all seen your results. I have uploaded2 , you'll see the 3rd before dusk today. Let me say this that I don't want to see anybody in my office for complains,for instance, if you have 38 or 39 and you come to beg me for a 40 Passmark,I won't give you,because I don't give 40, Infact,I prefer you retake the course than giving you 40. However,if you have a genuine issue with evidence you may come. That's all for today" she concluded and left. I felt a little surge of hope and with the words she said. After she left,I went to her office,she had barely settled in her chair when I I knocked. I explained my ordeal to her and she requested for my name and matric number which I gave her. I noticed she kept looking into her laptop,after a while she said I didn't do test. I was schocked "Test?" I questioned "Yes,you only did the first test and didn't do the second"she said without looking up at me. "But ma,I wrote the 2tests, Infact,I was never absent from any of your classes"I defended "So,what do I do? Perhaps you're part of those that didn't write their matric numbers. I have about 3scripts with me with no matric numbers" "I'm so sure I wrote my matric number ma,it's the first thing I do before any test. Could you check ma?" "You think I'm so jobless that I'll be checking scripts for you?,please leave my office. I'm busy" I left her office dejected. I was confused about what to do,just then,an idea came to me:Doctor Jasper.Doctor Jasper seemed to be one of the eldest lecturers in my department , he's nice and he could compel anyone to do anything,his right manner of approach made even the other lecturers respect him a lot. For this,I decided to meet him. When I got to his office,I explained everything to him and he started "Seun, I know you to be a bright and attentive student,but mistake has no master. However,since you said you're sure you wrote your name and matric number, I'll supply you with two options. The first is you call for your script and the second is you let it go. If you call for your script,you might turn enemy of the lecturer or her friends and she or any of them might decide to fail you in subsequent exams and you are still young, you still have a long way to go,but if you let it go, you'll end up not gaining nor losing more than you have lost already. You'll just have to be careful in subsequent times,so I'll advice you let go. All you just have to do is to work harder and be more careful next time,you can still make a first class,so don't let this weigh you down" "Alright sir"I left his office feeling a little lighter I got home still feeling depressed then I got a call from a friend that DST110 had been released. I picked my phone and accessed the eportal ,but what I saw glued me to my bed:48/100. Thats a D!. Tears gathered in my eyes as I picked my phone to call Favour one of my 2 close friends to explain everything from mummy's encounter, doctor Jasper's advice and 110 result and everything to her, she comforted me and told me everything was going to be fine . After dropping the phone,I called Bimi, but she didn't pickup, then I called Peculiar, my second friend and explained the same to her because I believed that in that depressed state of mind,I needed someone to talk to and Favor and Peculiar seemed to be the right corner to turn to because they were the only friends I could trust as they were older and more experienced than I was,so calling them I thought would bring a relief to me. Favor had done her part but Peculiar's words seemed to change the whole situation as she started scolding me on phone. "Seun, I have always told you to stop rushing into issues. All these lecturers you see can do and undo. Why on earth would you go and report a lecturer to her colleague?. I pity you ,besides,are you the first person to have a C? People had F did they die?.why not get contented with what you have. You really need to wise up..." Peculiar kept on ranting and ranting on phone thus making me feel stupid. I thought I could confide in her and ease the tension. A problem shared they say is a problem solved,but in my case,it seemed the problem was worse . I hung the call and wept in my bed. Just this morning I calculated my GP,I was so bouyant I'd still be close to 5 points,but it seemed the day wasn't in my favour. Oh yes,I remembered dashing my left foot against a stone while running towards a car,could that have been a bad omen about the day?. I discarded the thought and kept pondering about Peculiar's words. But I just couldn't give up,I really worked hard for those courses, especially 104 for which I had zero worries,so how come I didn't have an A?,on the other hand,I was less bothered,like Peculiar said,some had F:Automatic carryover. I kept thinking about what to do,at a point I considered suicide,but discarded the idea after a second thought. Soon, I surrendered to sleep and woke up the next morning to prepare for school. On getting to school,I sensed the tensed atmosphere.what could have happened? ,Just then I saw Favourl who told me a colleague committed suicide. I was so schocked when I heard the victim was Bimi,my girlfriend,the one who told me results have been released. It was rumored that she failed the 3courses and committed suiicide by drinking sniper(a liquid used in killing farm and home pest). Wow,she failed mummy's courses,I went to a corner and sat down crying,whether for myself or the deceased,I didn't know. Just then Peculiar came to me "Seun, we all know how much you guys loved eachother,but Bimi's death is very painful to us too"she said admidst tears,but I gave no reply as I was speechless "See Seun", she continued"" I'm so sorry for the way I spoke to you yesterday,I was just too concerned. What I was trying to say was whether you meet her or not,it won't change anything instead it might only create more trouble. Just let it go. Nigerian lecturers can do and undo uhn" "Do and undo?" I looked at her and continued"yeah,of course they can,the way mummy just undid the poor girl by sending her to her early grave. The Bimi I knew was a studious, hardworking, beautiful, intelligent young girl,but someone rendered her efforts futile" I lamented. For a moment,I thought about the Nigerian educational system,it's just like the political system where the leaders make and mar the citizens' life, but here, some lecturers mar students,yet they claim to be nation builders. Most times we hear about the cruelty of male lecturers especially to female students by insisting on having carnal knowledge of them,but what's with female lecturers. Mummy,I thought,she should remember she has kids too o. "Chai"I bit my lip "It's enough" Peculiar consoled. By now, some of my colleagues had joined us,then I heard one say "Nigerian lecturers, know how to render ones effort futile." "Honestly. Imagine the first 106 Test We did,we read in and out of our materials,but no question came from them"another said. We went to all our lecturers to tell them we wouldn''t hold any class for the day because of the incident that happened,they all sympathized with us and agreed,but mummy's attitude was inhumane. She told us she could not skip her classes because of a student who committed suicude. "Good ridance to bad rubbishl" she had commented "That's none of my business. For your information, I'll take attendance and anyone who isn't present in class would face the consequences" she had said. I was so angry and it took all the strength in me to ignore her. I thought she was going to be sympathetic like other lecturers,but it was the reverse. This woman had a heart of stone only God could melt. Just then I remembered the thought of suicide that came to me yesterday, God!,so if I had committed suicide yesterday,this woman would have reacted the same way she did today,then I gave up all sadness . As I walked out of her office with my colleagues,I remembered Peculiar's words"... whether you meet her or not,it won't change anything..." pestering mummy was indeed a wasted effort. The day hadn't been a good one for me,first it was yesterday's result and now the death of my girlfriend and mummy's inhumanity. At that moment,I realized nothing was ever going to be the same again and for the first time in my life,I gave up, but before I did,I made some resolutions. First,I decided to be more careful with my scripts and secondly I decided to start attending exam prayer meetings organized by my church. Even though I was not a religion fanatic,I still believed in the welding sword of prayer, if no one could to
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