The Final Year (vol 1)

Facts or Myths

"Leave her... She isn't worth it" Tomi said calmly as her two friends walked past us towards her. Adeola sent me a look of apology as the Amina girl ignored us.

I let out a deep breathe as the trio walks away. Am going to get that bitch one day.

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I stare at the robust man, listening to him attentively. Currently we are in the language lab, we have Yoruba language as a subject.

Every student had to offer any three of the main native language spoken in Nigeria. I choose Yoruba cause, well... You know... It is what i understand?.

Our Yoruba teacher was dressed in his native wear portraying what he is teaching. He wore his 'fila abeti aja' his buba and sokoto along side iyun, he also adds his 'irukere' (horse tail) to complete the costume.

Currently, he was talking about the tattoo. How the traditional tattoo was used in the olden days as a form of beautification. It was loved by some but also frowned at by others.

Same thing is happening during this present age. It looks cool on some people while others look... Trashy? Yea that is the word.

I can't do it though, am afraid of the needle and am not ready to commit myself to that kind of thing.

Moreover, my mother will kill me. I remember the warning she gave my brothers when they were to travel overseas. She went ahead to quote the bible 'thou shall not make any mark or incision on your body'. I don't know where she got the verse but she dig it out of the bible.

Pity... her second son already as one, ssssh... I didn't tell you. It was suppose to be a secret because he made me swear an oath of secrecy. It is not that visible though.

Of all tattoos my brother decided to get, he got a dot. Yeah a dot... Near is pinky finger. So you see it is not visible.

I listen to him as he tells us more about incision and scarification.

Do you know that in some parts of the Yoruba land, yams are classified into different types. There is the 'ewura', 'agbelooba, 'ewuru', 'olo' etc. He also mentioned that of the green vegetables, the 'shoko', 'Tete', 'aje fawo', 'amu inu tutu', 'ebolo' which smells a lot by the way.

Do you know? Before the missionaries came for evangelism. Malaria was characterised as 'iba'. Natural roots and leaves were used to cure it. Leaves like Neem leaves, lemon grass, mango leaves, cashew leaves, ginger and even pawpaw leaves.

My country is blessed!

The only problem with the natural herb is the abuse of the potion. Like some people tend to overcook, overdose the leaves which leads to problem. Let's not forget the poor hygiene.

I sigh as a paper hits me again. Already knowing who it was i turn around to give him a hard glare.

Prince only made a kissy face as i silently groaned. We are in class for Christ sake. I gave him the middle finger before turning to the teacher.

The bell rang. He dismissed the class as i packed my books. On getting out of class i was stopped by the clown.

"Hello... Sexy lady" he purrs.

"Seriously Prince... Is that the best you can do?" I asked rolling my eyes. He only smirked slinging his arm over my shoulder.

"I have a lot of name to call you my lovely lady" I shake my head in amusement.

"You are quite the smooth talker" he grinned.

We stopped walking when we saw Shubomi who stood few feet away from us. His stare was on me, no not me... It was on Adeolu's arm on my shoulder. It was unflinching.

He quickly takes his hand away from my shoulder as i ignore his stare. I bid him farewell walking away. I felt his stare on my back as i walk away. Tomorrow is going to be long day....

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Who has a Corper Ubong back in secondary school? 😂😂.... I do. 🤚🤚

Henrietta and her wahala😒😒

Adeolu the smooth talker. 😏😏

When will federal universities resume bayii... Am tired fa. Yes... Am a victim of ASUU strike. 😭😭. If you are an ASUU victim, let's gather here and continue to hope and pray.

We are still in independence week so... Happy 60th independence day 🇳🇬 Nigeria 🎇🎇🎆🎆

God bless my country...
God bless Nigeria  🇳🇬...