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Friday, September 16, 2022

11:47am.

We were waiting for the bus. They said it got stuck in traffic at Olodo. After we’ve packed since 9. E be things.

 

12:51pm

#Sand don pour inside our garri. #Rògbòdìyàn 

Ire called the PYTP Coordinator who said that the bus was faulty and he didn’t know when we would return to Ìbàdàn. 

We had packed our bags. We had been waiting yet were not deemed worthy of such important information since morning. 

The matter was getting out of hand. People threatened to leave Ilé-Ogbó because there was no bus. Plans had been made. Foodstuff had been exhausted. Money had been spent. Note that most of us prepared for Friday/Saturday to go home as we had been told. It was a great dilemma.

We tried to reach the dean. She was on another call. 

At this point, two of the students boarded a bike to Iwo Park, Osun State to take a bus to Ibadan because they had urgent appointments. There was also the option of charter; they would bargain with the public transport drivers to carry us to Ibadan since the system had deserted us.

Later, we called the PYTP Chairman. He told us the truth of the matter : they just went to fetch the mechanic that would fix the bus at Iwo. Okay. There seemed to be progress.

Then, one of the students at Iwo Park called us. He had seen the UI bus and was coming to pick us up. This was around 1pm in the afternoon. He also mentioned that the bus was critical meaning that the probability of the bus having a breakdown at some point was high.

Soon, the bus arrived and we arranged our luggage in the bus. The number of humans that would also be on that bus was 38: 35 students, 2 members of PYTP staff and the driver. It wasn’t quite convenient in the bus; we managed to squeeze ourselves so all of us could get to Ibadan.

The journey commenced and a prayer was said. Funnily enough, the person who prayed forgot to pray for the bus. We would later remember this in the next two hours when the bus decided to break down at Iwo Road, Ibadan.

We would also make reference to the fact that the bus broke down after a certain anthem was played on a Bluetooth speaker in the bus.

Everyone got down at Iwo Road. It was a sight for sore eyes. It was a mess. It was 4:00pm. The bus was parked somewhere and the PYTP staff started looking for a solution. Let us not forget that some students were going to their parents’ houses in locations farther from the University of Ibadan.

So, many students collaborated and ordered Bolt rides to take them to their destination especially because of the luggage they carried.

Some of us waited. After various efforts made by the PYTP staff and the driver, the bus came back to life and we continued the journey by 5:11pm. We got to the faculty safe and sound, thanks to God.

 

This is where my story begins:

I boarded a cab with two of my classmates to the hostel from the faculty. I just wanted to take a shower, eat and sleep – this was my central thought as the cab moved on the road.

On getting to Zik Black Market, the cab ceased movement. I just laughed because this breakdown couldn’t be compared to the amount of stress I had just experienced in the past few hours.

The cab driver explained that fuel had finished. Wow. He returned half the fare to us and once again, we had to stay by the roadside with our luggage.

One of the two people with me was Abigail. Thankfully, Abigail lives close by. She called her mum to come pick her up.

Abigail’s mum picked Abigail’s luggage and also carried myself and the third person, Blessing, to our hostel. It was just the miracle we needed after hearing two tricycle drivers charge Blessing and myself exorbitant prices just to transport us to the hostel which wasn’t even far at all.

Many thanks to Joshua too, whom I called to assist us with the luggage when it seemed like we would have to walk to the hostel. I later called him back to tell him not to worry.

On the way to the hostel, I saw evidence of power supply along the road. There was light in Independence Hall. Glory to God. Little did I know what was awaiting me in the hostel.

Upon entering the hostel, the only light we met was the remnant of the sunset. Quickly, we realized that once again, our hostel had been cut off from the power supply. It wasn’t the first, second or third time such a thing was happening.

Soon enough, we got to know that there had not been power supply for the past three days and water had finished in the hostel.

“What is happening today?”, I asked myself. I just didn’t understand where all this was coming from. Village people? Well, this is the point where I say I’m thankful for friends who stay off-campus and always accommodate you with open arms.

So, I quickly packed some essentials; Blessing packed a bag too. Around 7pm, we found ourselves at UI first gate, en route to our friends’ apartments in Agbowo.

First, we had to withdraw some money because we didn’t have any cash and we had to get dinner. GT Bank wasn’t dispensing any money and the queue at FCMB was never-ending. We certainly didn’t want to walk the streets of Agbowo at a later time.

So, we went to a POS shop. I tried to withdraw money with my card but it was declined twice. My frustration level was already increasing. I ran to the GT Bank ATM and made an attempt to transfer to another card; the effort was futile. It was obvious that my account had been placed under some sort of restriction. “Oh God, not this night”, I thought.

Yet again, I’m thankful for my friends. I called one of my gees who transferred money to another card; we were able to withdraw and I made sure that I bought bread and àkàrà (one of my favourites) to justify everything I had gone through.

I got to my destination safe and sound. I had a good night’s rest. God is still here reassuring me that everything is working for my good. I’m here too, thinking about when the educational system will be better and students’ welfare will be a priority.

 

Ile-Ogbo Last Batch:

I love the cooperation we had.

I love the vibrancy we displayed.

I love you all.

 

Okay. Bye. 


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