Wiw. It’s the final day of my second term in the Nigerian Law School! I woke up this morning smiling – legit. Too much has happened since January and it’s unbelievable that I’m still in one piece. I have learned sooo much in the past four months and from so many people. And I know it sounds cliché, but I am truly honored to have been posted to Yola Campus.
There is a sleep that waits for me every morning. Because I chase it out of my eyes when I jog; And later wash off its residue with soap and water as I get ready for the day, It wanders off to my classroom and sits on my seat; Whistling and dangling its feet. I go to my class filled with good vibes. Smiling at happy faces; avoiding groggy
I love to learn. At least that’s what I tell myself. Whenever I go for interviews I say with utmost confidence, ‘I am highly receptive to change and I accommodate corrections and instructions freely.’ But two days ago, I met a young man named Ibidapo. Ibidapo is a 16 year old smart-ass who knows that he is smart. I met him at a party where I was the photographer
I flopped this month. I had promised myself to interview one person per day every day of this month but from the beginning it’s been a war. All my dreams of being a super interviewer in life crashed before my eyes as I realized that my people skills were zero, I lacked the requisite patience to produce successful and interesting interviews, and I was terrible with time management in my
I’d like to share an experience I had in my Conflict of Laws class. I probably never would have had it if the class had been interesting. But it wasn’t. I made a new resolve every time I attended that class. I would always tell myself, ‘Today is the day you listen. Just focus and listen’. But every single time I tried to, my over-imaginative mind got the best
(The Class of Birds) ‘Les Oiseaux! Oh! Les Oiseaux! Oh! Uh C’mon C’mon Whoo! AH! Uh C’mon C’mon Whoo! Ah! Imagine the above little war chant being shouted by tiny little 2 year old children. The Oiseaux were (are) an amazing bunch of children. None of the volunteer interns that worked with these kids complained about anything. In fact, we noticed that every free time we had, we’d