"The founder's dinner"-as The Abuad Student recollects

I came slightly late, missing only split moments of the event, which I later came to terms with, And from my sight I could see the well-dressed students, that filled every round table in possible sight, I also saw the "High's" could also be seen in sight, Afe cheery and delighted, obviously engrossed in watching his programme unfold, "a year of surprises" I muttered to myself, looking for the nearest half table to sit…A strange looking guy offered me a seat, and I politely sat, it was only then I noticed the efforts (...) read more after the cut

 of the comedian on stage in his bid  to make the students laugh, Not that the students were paying any attention, but I could attest to the fact that he wasn't successful, at least for the first half of his duration.

Looking at the dashing couture of fashion talent displayed by the bewildering Abuad students, most bearded men in dapper suits, and well suited attires to match, I could not help but feel a tad too simple, as I was on the regular shirt and trousers.

  But, just there ant then, something took my eyes of this pondering notion, it had to, it just had to a swivelling display of cultural talent, marked by  extra-ordinary primitive moves, and body rhythm that could only match that of fully groomed athletes that would have won an Olympic final, the sheer sound of the rhythmic beat could slap you back to the 60's and could send you dancing before you notice your shoes are long gone, they performed all sorts of cultural activities, moving as though the stage were their playground, and the audience...their own…their performance was met with a series of claps, and ovation…but I wasn't really there for that..

And like a playful young pup, My attention was cut short by the pile of students trooping in for the "all you can eat buffet" being the honest student that I am...I had my place in the front line in no time, collecting my food with all amount of pride, and strolling back to my table with all amount of carefulness.

  After my short meal, I was moved by an announcement made by the man about talent, being the Abuad student that I am, sure I have talent...lol. The art of communication, but tonight was not my night, it was for those who deserved it, it was Svelte, the popular magazine on everyone's mouth, the svelte team was called out, it was to happen, the magazine was to be launched today, though not quite the vigour, it was quite the sight!

  Barrister I.K Okafor was called to launch the svelte magazine, and with his distinct voice, he solicited for a round of applause, and for extra batteries apparently (the speaker wasn't functioning), and after his demands were met, he called on the vice chancellor to launch the magazine. Tired and saturated, I left for hostel, only to hear few minutes later that the event has closed and food was surplus. Initially I refused to go for more, but when one sees boys trooping in to the hostel in their many numbers, holding about four packs, I could not help but go and hustle for my own share.

    When I Got there, I saw boys stretching their hands forth towards a truck, which people inside were blissfully dispensing take away packs like it were some big man spraying money at some multinational party.

Not hesitating for a single minute, I got my own share of the meal, though the rice was half down, I was contented, and just as I was about leaving the truck took off abruptly, slaying the boys who at that point in time, were trying to be civilised, this was when I saw the true effect of testosterone in the masculine system, the boys chased the big lorry till it had no other option than to halt ,and the broke through the thin-sheet iron door, and ransacked the truckload of food. Another attempt by the truck to escape the wrath of the boys proved successful as the truck zoomed away towards the direction of the Olusegun Obasanjo way.

That was the night's end and here I am typing the ordeal on my bed, reminding myself how wonderful the day was...A befitting end to a luxurious dinner.

 I came slightly late, missing only split moments of the event, which I later came to terms with, And from my sight I could see the well-dressed students, that filled every round table in possible sight, I also saw the "High's" could also be seen in sight, Afe cheery and delighted, obviously engrossed in watching his programme unfold, "a year of surprises" I muttered to myself, looking for the nearest half table to sit…A strange looking guy offered me a seat, and I politely sat, it was only then I noticed the efforts of the comedian on stage in his bid  to make the students laugh, Not that the students were paying any attention, but I could attest to the fact that he wasn't successful, at least for the first half of his duration.

Looking at the dashing couture of fashion talent displayed by the bewildering Abuad students, most bearded men in dapper suits, and well suited attires to match, I could not help but feel a tad too simple, as I was on the regular shirt and trousers.

  But, just there ant then, something took my eyes of this pondering notion, it had to, it just had to a swivelling display of cultural talent, marked by  extra-ordinary primitive moves, and body rhythm that could only match that of fully groomed athletes that would have won an Olympic final, the sheer sound of the rhythmic beat could slap you back to the 60's and could send you dancing before you notice your shoes are long gone, they performed all sorts of cultural activities, moving as though the stage were their playground, and the audience...their own…their performance was met with a series of claps, and ovation…but I wasn't really there for that..

And like a playful young pup, My attention was cut short by the pile of students trooping in for the "all you can eat buffet" being the honest student that I am...I had my place in the front line in no time, collecting my food with all amount of pride, and strolling back to my table with all amount of carefulness.

  After my short meal, I was moved by an announcement made by the man about talent, being the Abuad student that I am, sure I have talent...lol. The art of communication, but tonight was not my night, it was for those who deserved it, it was Svelte, the popular magazine on everyone's mouth, the svelte team was called out, it was to happen, the magazine was to be launched today, though not quite the vigour, it was quite the sight!

  Barrister I.K Okafor was called to launch the svelte magazine, and with his distinct voice, he solicited for a round of applause, and for extra batteries apparently (the speaker wasn't functioning), and after his demands were met, he called on the vice chancellor to launch the magazine. Tired and saturated, I left for hostel, only to hear few minutes later that the event has closed and food was surplus. Initially I refused to go for more, but when one sees boys trooping in to the hostel in their many numbers, holding about four packs, I could not help but go and hustle for my own share.

    When I Got there, I saw boys stretching their hands forth towards a truck, which people inside were blissfully dispensing take away packs like it were some big man spraying money at some multinational party.

Not hesitating for a single minute, I got my own share of the meal, though the rice was half down, I was contented, and just as I was about leaving the truck took off abruptly, slaying the boys who at that point in time, were trying to be civilised, this was when I saw the true effect of testosterone in the masculine system, the boys chased the big lorry till it had no other option than to halt ,and the broke through the thin-sheet iron door, and ransacked the truckload of food. Another attempt by the truck to escape the wrath of the boys proved successful as the truck zoomed away towards the direction of the Olusegun Obasanjo way.

That was the night's end and here I am typing the ordeal on my bed, reminding myself how wonderful the day was...A befitting end to a luxurious dinner.

 

composed by THE ABUAD STUDENT