The Painful Pleasure (TPP)
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SCROLL DOWN FOR EPISODE 1-5July 21, 2016 at 12:53 pm #733262
The Painful Pleasure (TPP)
I waited patiently as the phone loaded slowly due to the
poor network. Believe me, network is always very slow
whenever one wants to check result.
It was my third post UTME in the prestigious Obafemi
Awolowo University. My first and second post UTME result
was 168 and 199 respectively, i could remember vividly that
my mum (who gathered money from her petty trade of
fruits) said to me having seen my second trial result “If only
they were so nice to add one mark, you would have gotten
Well, she was very sad, but she still encouraged me (without
even talking about the money with which she obtained the
form for me). She just said that i should try more, she said ”
ti esin ba da ni, a maan tun gun ni” which means that; when
a horse makes one fall, we try climbing again. . .
I was so lost in thought, all i could think of was my mum
who had been struggling to make me someone in life. She
has been doing all these alone since i lost my father when i
was ten in a fatal accident along Lagos-Ibadan express way
(that was some 8 years back). Since I’m the only child, she
has only shown me so much care and affection, and i can’t
afford to fail post utme the third time. . .
All these was going through my mind, and my thoughts were
too crowded to notice that the result has loaded, and is right
on the screen staring at me. I snapped out of my thoughts to
discover that ‘the bridegroom’ is here, all i needed to do was
to ‘zoom’ on my outdated Blackberry tour that i bought
(3000 Naira, UK used) with my life savings. Trembling with so
much fear, i pressed the middle key, there came my result. I
looked at it, and behold. . . .
What exactly did he score?
Find out in Episode two.July 21, 2016 at 12:53 pm #733264
The Painful Pleasure (TPP)
Trembling with so much fear, i pressed the middle key, there
came my result. I looked at it, and behold, it was ‘255’.
I shouted so loud, that my mum heard my voice in the shop
“Thank you Jesus” I couldn’t believe my eyes, with a JAMB
score of 235, that is an aggregate (Jamb+postutme divided
by 2) of 245 which is enough to study microbiology (my first
choice) since the cutoff for microbiology the previous year
I started rolling on the floor with so much Joy. My mother
(who had heard my voice earlier) came in. “Dapo what is it”
she enquired. I just gave my phone to her, then she saw my
result, no adjective can qualify the look on her face on that
fateful day, she was just too happy as she didn’t know what
to say. She opened her mouth, and what came out was “ose
oko mi” as tears of joy started rolling down her both chicks.
This means; “thank you my husband”. (This is how Yoruba
mothers do when they are very happy with you, they call
you “oko mi” which means “my husband”)
Well, I’m her husband, since she has lost her husband since
8 years and I’m the only one she has. “I knew you will make
it”, she said to me, hugging me tight with so much Joy. She
went to the market, bought life-chicken, killed and fried for
me. I ate the chiken with garri, garnished with sugar and
milk (that was the best meal i had that year). My mum was
so happy, indeed that day was the happiest day of my life.
All these happened August 12 2010, and by November, the
admission list was out and as expected, i was given my
course of choice- Microbiology.
For those in OAU, you will agree with me that OAU is a
university that gives you admission today, and then you
resume in ten years time (that’s just exaggeration o). I saw
my admission status in November, and we were to resume
June of the following year, because there was ASUU strike
then which disrupted the school callendar. Well, it’s an
advantage for me, since it would give my mum enough time
to source for my fees.
So my mum did all she could, and got the fees, what a
wonderful woman she is. Though that period appeared to be
so slow, because i had waited for years at home and can’t
wait to resume school. As long as it seems, the day drew
near and it was just a month to resumption.
Behold, it was time for online registeration, i couldn’t do it
on my phone because it includes uploading of scanned
WAEC/NECO result, birth certificate, signature and the likes.
So i had to go to the Cafe. So i went to ‘God’s Grace’ (A
famous cafe in Apata, Ibadan) to upload my WAEC result
which was full of C’s and just 2 B’s (It wasn’t bad anyway)
and other documents. When i got there i discovered that
there were 5 people already waiting to do that same online
registration. That was where i met Sandra.
Who is Sandra? Find out in Episode 3.July 21, 2016 at 12:54 pm #733270
Since they all came before me, i just had to wait till they are
done with theirs.
I sat down with the other four people on a long bench. “How
much is the registration?” I asked the young girl sitting next
to me (who looked quite pretty), “good afternoon” she
answered. “Please pardon my manners, that should have
been my line.” I said to her. She answered and said, “No
problem anyway, i didn’t mean it that way, i just greeted you
because i felt i had to, there is no big deal. Anyway, the guy
said the registration is 1000 naira with printing.”
The price seemed quite much, but i didn’t want to create a
seen or be a nuisance since that’s what all others paid. So
while we were waiting, i just enjoyed a conversation with
that pretty young girl beside me.
Me: So you are here to do your registration too?
Girl: Obviously, what else would i be doing in a cafe?
Me: You could be trying to browse the internet or
Girl: So if that’s what I’m here for, will i be waiting for those
guys to be through with their registration?
Me: That’s true (nodding my head in agreement ), since we
started talking, you’ve only asked questions. So, should i call
you miss question?
Girl: You don’t have to call me that, because i have a name
Me: So with this your beauty, your name must be princess.
Girl: (Blushing) Don’t wine me joor.(now smiling like
sobosobo) I’m not princess o, I’m Sandra. So what’s your
Me: Prince ke, my name is Dapo o. Its nice meeting you
(stretching my hands to shake her)
Sandra: The pleasure is mine (shaking hands with me). .
We talked on and on, and she told me that she was admitted
to study philosophy. I waited until it was my turn, then I did
my registration. Sandra left and waved me, “see you in
school” she said. i waved her back, and she smiled from
afar. It was when i saw that smile that it occurred to me that
i should have asked for her number. But it was too late, she
had gone already. “I may never see her again.” I said to
myself. I just forgot about her since we have more than
25,000 people in OAU.
I finished my registration and went back home, preparing
What happened next? Find out in Episode 4.July 21, 2016 at 12:54 pm #733276
Preparation was in top gear for resumption. My mum
surprised me when she bought ‘born-vita’ and peak milk. “I
appreciate your efforts but we don’t even eat this at home
maami, you don’t have to buy all this. We are not that rich
and you know it, the money you used for this provision, you
could have kept it for something else.” I humbly protested.
She replied immediately ” If i don’t buy this for you who else
will i buy it for? All my discomfort, is it not for your comfort,
i toil day and night so that you dont have to do that. Over
my dead body will you go to school without provisions. I
want you to be alright, i want you to enjoy life, “soo gbo oko
mi”, just try and understand me.”
When she had finished saying all these things, all i could see
was a mother who was willing to sacrifice her life for her
son, who was willing to sacrifice her happiness for her son’s.
I was so touched, and didn’t even know what to say, than to
say thank you ma. I drew closer to her gave her a hug, and
with tears rolling down my chicks i said “I will never let you
down maami.” She replied saying “I trust you son, i know
Though my mum was so happy that i finally gained the long
awaited admission, but she still can’t believe that her one
and only son will leave her to go to Ile-Ife. But what can the
poor woman do, will she ask me not to go? Hell no! She
won’t do that, she was as happy as i was as far as the
admission is concerned. I thought for a while and then i
started having mixed feelings as regards the admission.
“Well it’s not like I’m going for life, i consoled myself.
The resumption date was clearly stated- 13th of June 2011.
Well, i had less than a week to go and i was so ready to face
the new life, meet new people, learn new things, unlearn
some things, teach people stuffs, correct wrong impressions
and become new.
People were giving me money from different angles. “Pele o,
omo ile-iwe gba koo fi se owo oko.” They were always
tipping me, and my mum won’t stop telling them about my
going to school. “Omo yin n lo school ni next week o” which
means: your child is going to school next week. Am i really
their child? No I’m not, but Yoruba people have funny ways
of talking e.g “se o ti ri aburo e.” This means: have you seen
your younger sibling, when you are probably from Ibadan,
and the person being referred to as your sibling is from
Kaduna. But i actually enjoy the whole stuff, because once
they call me someone’s child, that person must ‘shake
body’ (meaning the person must give me money). Since my
father is no more, “whoever gives me money is my father
jare” i said, smiling.
The day finally came, and all i had to carry was my ‘2 by 6’
mattress, the few clothes i have, my provisions, and some
food items (garri in particular). And i headed straight to the
What happened next? Find out in Episode 5.July 21, 2016 at 12:55 pm #733278
Since we lived in the outskirts of Ibadan, i had to board two
different taxis to get to Iwo-Road (like the extreme end of
the city, where you get buses going to other parts of the
country). My mum followed me to Apata where i took a taxi
going to challenge, she waved at me and smiled with tears
(who does that). I waved at her and i rememberd the ‘ranti
omo eni to nse’ speech. This means: remember the son of
whom you are.
You guys know what I’m talking about, there is no one in
Nigeria that won’t hear this speech from either or both
parents when going to the university. These includes stuffs
1. Koju mowe e o: face your studies
2. Ma ko egbe kegbe o: Don’t keep bad company
3. Ma kobirin o: Don’t follow girls e.t.c.
But since my mum knew me to be someone that doesn’t
really like ladies, since i don’t talk to girls in the area, only 1
and 2 above was applicable to me.
To cut the long story short, i got to Iwo road, and i gave a
small boy 100 Naira to carry my load for me with his wheel
barrow. I could have carried it myself, but i just felt that if
everyone should think that way, how will the poor boy get
his means of livelihood? “At least he is better than those
guys with no physical disabilities who beg around.” I said to
I went to the Bus, and seeing my load, the driver said briskly
“E maaa sanwo eru o.” Which means i will have to pay extra
for my luggage. I nodded my head in agreement, and asked
him how much that was, he said 200 Naira, after so much
bargaining, and so much chastisement by the other
passengers, he agreed to take 100 Naira, so with 400 fare,
that will be 500 all together. “Its not that bad.” I. said to
So we were waiting for the bus to get filled. You know those
guys now, they won’t move an inch until the bus is full. I sat
at the third row as the bus has five rows. I would have sat at
the second row but the driver had told us that three people
will sit on a row, except the second row where four people
will sit. Why he said that i didn’t know, and i don’t want to
know. Because i wasn’t really used to traveling, i wouldn’t
want anything that would cause me inconvenience.
On my row there was just one space left as we waited
patiently. One baba with bald head was already on my left,
“who will be my right hand traveling partner” I wondered. . .
There she comes, my sitting partner. As i saw her, i knew she
was also going to resume in OAU. . .
Was I right or wrong? Find out in Episode 6.July 21, 2016 at 12:55 pm #733279Etz FroshberryMember
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Hmm.,,another story! bring it onJuly 21, 2016 at 12:56 pm #733283Etz FroshberryMember
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