Maju Osas Blog

       "Either you repeat SS1 as a science student or you change your department in your present class, that's all we can offer to you". I felt frustrated, this can't be happening. It's all my fault, if only I had not followed the crowd, if only I had been myself but what will the my friends think about me?.       My name is Daniel and this is my story. I am the only son of my parents and luckily for me I have always been an A straight student. Right from primary school, I secretly nurses the idea of being a lawyer but my mother has the fear that lawyers get killed easily. In Junior School I decided to stand for myself and go to Art class but that determination was cut short on the first day of resumption when all my intelligent friends decided to pursue science related dreams. I couldn't stand been the odd one or being called a dullard since there was this belief that only dull students go to Arts class.     I changed my plans and decided to pursue a pil

      "Not again, why should NEPA take light whenever rain wants to fall?". It was 10pm that Friday night and I was coming home due to the heavy Lagos traffic, my boss had me working till 7pm and there was I trekking down my muddy Estate road since there was no bike to take me to my house.    I decided to take a short route my younger brother showed me which happens to be a busy path but what can a tired girl do?.          Let me introduce myself, My name is Zoe. I am an eighteen year old undergraduate of Electrical engineering and am presently undergoing my industrial training. I live with my mother and two younger ones who happens to be twins , my dad left us when mom gave birth to the twins,  It's still a nightmare. I am a first class 400level student.       Back to the story, I felt relieved that I was nearly home as walking through that path was scary as hell. Everything was normal until I heard "shh fine girl, omo re bi custard, sexy!" as usual from t

I stood there by the entrance of my parents' room in dread as I watched my my most horrifying scenery, i have not even seen in a movie. I hardly know what true love is, Dad was always too busy working or cheating on mom and mom was often falling sick and hardly had time for my brother and I as she was always in and out of the hospital. I had two uncles always taking care of us but there was always something missing, parental attention. Born with a silver spoon,money was never everything, though everyone thought I was a happy princess, I was a loner who was never alone. Despite mom's frail health, Dad never spared her as he would abuse her verbally emotionally and physically, my brother and I would stand and watch their fights so we got used to it, but it made I and my brother aggressive. That particular night, I left my room and headed for my parents' room cause I was scared of the creepiness of the dark and wanted to be with them, what I met there was terrible, Dad was on

        Today in class, a situation came up as a lecturer who was supposed to take us a particular course told us to go back home because he wasn't in the mood to teach. This got me kind of angry and I sat down to think of his excuse. How can a lecturer refuse to teach because he wasn't in the mood. Does this mean if he doesn't feel like teaching for the semester, he won't teach?.    I often wonder what kind of educational system we run in Africa. Everyone wants the best set of graduates but no one ever bother to ask or review the processes these best students go through. My friend once told me that If she were given a million dollars to drop out of school, she will happily do it since the whole educational process is frustrating.    Education is meant to be a shining light to help direct our footsteps but it has chosen to be a dim light which rather makes us go the wrong way. If a professor who is supposed to encourage students learn can discourage them, what else