On Tertiary Education (1)

Your first duty is to accept your fate;
Know that sometimes your intelligence does not count;
it is the blood that birthed JAMB,
for some, it is on the admission letter they receive,
for they have no patience to wait an extra year;
so, they accept the destiny-changer and alter their life-plans
to fit into the new one.

Not knowing only God, ASUU and your institution decide when you start and in fact when you finish, 

So, lower your expectation to avoid disappointments (I’m a victim)

Blame us not, blame our story.


Second duty,
bro, know your limits,
it is on our unionism’s missions written as ‘dialogue’,
it is in our angry souls ready to explode, react and fight back,
but we know our limits, so we take a step back,
not because we can’t fight,
but we must all leave in peace,
that would please everyone.

Blame us not, blame our story.


Next is for you to know how to feign ignorance and sing the mantra ‘Iwe le oo’  (book is hard)
just like my friend once said, I would rather chew jeans than believe any Nigerian students;
it is on the lips of Maryam and Anjola, who know why what the lecturers are saying but cares not to give their understanding to those who do not;
yet we all keep saying ‘abeg, who go cut soap for me? (hisses)
the love of being mischievously wicked (type A of Nigerian blood) displaces the second law of humanity;
of being your brother’s keeper: share what you have and stay happy together (cheers)

See ehn, laslas everybody go chop breakfast,
and na all of us go graduate. 

Blame us not, blame our story.


Fourth duty,
Accept the frustration;
It is a vow we took
expressly or impliedly, we agree to it;
Blame our destiny for bringing us to this part of mother earth (it is not the government’s nor the institution’s fault for the poor structuring of tertiary education)
you’ve to learn to put your VOICE to sleep and let all power belong to the school;
the fear of tsunami and that SDC letter awaken your wisdom. 

So, fret not,
and pretend that everything is fine,
remember the FIRST-CLASS goal and those your parent showed off to
that they have a doctor in the family,
you know their expectations are more important and know what will believe your story.

Blame us not, blame our story.


Duty No. 5,
You have to be sharp,
Nigerian blood go make you wise sef,
Join the street,
Learn trade,
Know Crypto,
Build your network,
Grow your skills’ worth,
You will never be told (it is a classified one)
But for Naija
Education no pay like before again.

Blame us not, blame our story.


Make I end it here,
So, I can something else to share later,
Blame me not, blame my….(allow me to think about it)

These are what it means to be a Nigerian student;
to accept your fate,
to know your limits,
to be ignorant,
to be frustrated,
to be sharp.

Because even being a Nigerian, means you’re on your own, fight your own battle,
there’s nobody to accompany you to victory (their battles are enough for them),
But, trust the Nigerian instinct,
Cos you go still dey alright.


So, know your duties.

  1. I dey here for you, my brother.

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