IT'S A ONE WORD

SHE stepped into class that morning and the first thing she released to the class was "hope you are enjoyed your holidays". This was the first among series of ear assaults we were to receive and we instantly knew something was not in place, or more was in place. We knew we were going to have a jolly ride, this was no ordinary lecture, and no ordinary lecturer. There was more to her than her simple dressing, her pleasing demeanour, and the textbooks she held in her hand. She was here to do more than teach us physical properties of liquids and gas, and set another hindrance to A, she was also here to improve our vocabulary of superb shells.

IT'S A ONE WORD 2

We paused what we were doing to make sure we'd heard right, discussions suspended, the hustle and bustle of getting ready for a new lecture temporarily dismissed, notes and materials debarred from completing  their voyages from bags. She repeated herself "I say hope you are enjoyed your holidays". All doubt was cleared, the problem wasn't our auditory anatomy, it wasn't a chance gbaguan, it was deliberately conceived, packaged and delivered, standing before us was a master sheller, and we were about to be blown apart.

An excited murmur passed through the class as looks and words summarized to "did you hear that?!" were exchanged. People like me picked up their pens and recorded the new entry in a special dedicated notebook labeled "gbaguan inventory". After much ado and pleas for decorum from our distinguished professor of grammatical disconcord, the class quieted down and we continued...

STRUCK AGAIN

On ASUU strike, ending soon?


STRUCK AGAIN (by ASUU, the gods of thunder)

It struck again, that hideous thunder

It made us scamper

Pell-mell, helter-sketter

Back we fell, to our old folks' shelter

MISHAP

MISHAP
I woke up this morning late as usual, hurried straight to the kitchen as usual (stop thinking that, I brushed first)  to make breakfast. I woke up hungry, also as usual, probably because of the late night snack I had last night, still as usual. It's said that eating late at night 'll make you super hungry the following morning. It could also possibly be because I hardly slept, I was awake all night, causing trouble on twitter, gossiping with peeps on BBM and Whatsapp, uploading, tagging and commenting on pictures on Facebook, setting that P through night call and of course, creatively writing. Now you know why I woke up late, guess I come alive in the night time, but you don't know what my eyes beheld in the kitchen, it was unusual.