Saturday, 22 August 2015
Is Our Management Thirsty For Blood?
We have heard of students lynching their fellow students for various crimes,we have witnessed justice being served,we have witnessed the death of our colleagues even in the spirit of Aluta,but death at the hand of our own school management?IMPOSSIBLE!
Well that was my expression,my response when I read this piece.
Private Universities have always been referred to as "Glorified Secondary Schools",reason is not far fetched. Should we talk about the way students in private schools are caged and restricted? Or perhaps is it the way they are not allowed to wear what they want,eat what they want or use the kind of gadget they would love to.
And all because of what? To preserve morals,integrity,norms and values but to what extent?
Hypocrisy is what I call this.
Why would I pay so much money,risk expulsion when I try to breathe air,fresh air instead of the little amount of oxygen I get in my "cage",only for me to be treated like an animal,dragged out of my bed on a cold night to an unknown destination,beaten to the point of death and almost left to die,uncatered for?
This is the story of two students of Madonna University,Enugu,who were beaten to the point of death,denied treatment and justice.
Read to the end,thank you.
Two students of Madonna University, Akpugo Campus,
Enugu State, have told the horrifying story of torture
they suffered in the hands of key officials of the tertiary
institution.
The duo, Stanley Okoye, 23, a final year Civil
Engineering student and Ga-Lim Aondofa Lord, escaped
death by the whiskers after they were allegedly
abducted from their rooms February 3, 2015, in the dead
of the night, in commando fashion, by the Chief
Security Officer of the university, Okey Ogbonna and
the Dean of Student Affairs, Rev. Fr. Isaac Nginga, a
Catholic priest, in company of others and taken to a
secluded area on the campus, where they were tortured,
brutalized, dehumanised and left to die, but through
divine intervention, they lived to tell the story.
Though they survived the ordeal, they are still
undergoing treatment for the almost fatal injuries they
received in the hands of their tormentors. For instance,
Stanley still needs to undergo special surgery in
Germany on the spine to repair a major damage inflicted
on him while the torture lasted. Aondofa suffered a
dislocated jaw that required having his jaws held
together with special dental wire to allow the injury
heal. The duo would for the rest of their lives bear the
burden of the deep psychological scars imprinted on
their minds by the experience.
Meanwhile, they are still battling to get the results of
their degree examinations released. Accompanied by
their parents, the victims who visited The Sun office in
Onitsha gave a chilling account of what they passed
through in the campus, and revealed the alleged moves
by the university management to cover up the truth.
In the heartbreaking and graphic account of what
happened that fateful night they were abducted, Stanley
Okoye recounted that he was woken up from sleep
around midnight by one Mr. Kingsley, the school’s Sub-
Dean, Mr. Ola, their hall representatives, Mr. Wisdom,
Mr. Somtoo and Ogbonna Okey, who is the university
chief security officer (CSO), all of whom were
accompanied by the Dean of Students Affairs, Rev. Fr.
Isaac Nginga. He was then bundled into a Toyota
4runner SUV and taken to a bushy end of the campus
where their ordeal began.
Continuing, Stanley said: “These people were
accompanied that night by an armed soldier, who is
among our security guards in school. First, they asked
for the room number of my friend and classmate, Lord
Ga-Lim and I told them. They picked him up from his
hostel and forced both of us into the vehicle. They first
drove us to the administrative building and we alighted.
Without any question, they descended on us after
commanding us to lie down on the gravel. It was Rev.
Father Isaac who hit us first with his belt, and the
others then joined. They beat us with military belts,
planks, batons, iron, stones and other dangerous
weapons they could lay their hands on; they dealt
mercilessly with us.
“All the while they were treading on us as we lay on
the sharp, rough gravel. Not even our plea for mercy or
cries for help could melt their hearts. Fr. Isaac even
commanded the military officer to shoot us if we
attempted to run away. In fact, the soldier fired the
shot but narrowly missed me. I was coughing out blood
and bleeding profusely but Ogbonna, the CSO hit me
with his elbow and I fell down again.
“In that state, I was forced into the trunk of the Lexus
SUV of Fr. Isaac; I memorized the registration number
ENU 525 CP. My friend was forced into a Toyota
4Runner SUV driven by Rev. Fr. Mamah. With us in the
trunk, they moved with crazy speed and even drove past
the university security post without stopping. The road
was very bad. Even though I was almost slipping into
unconsciousness, I still heard the shrill voices of
security men at the gate and flashing of lights at them
telling them to stop. I later realized that the people
were policemen on patrol who suspected the manner of
the vehicular movement. That night, our tormentors
took us to Agbani police station.
“A police officer on duty at the station asked them
whether we were involved in accident but they didn’t
answer. In that state, I told the police that we were
attacked by the same people, who brought us to the
station and the police told them to take us to a
specialist hospital or else we would die but they just
took us back to the campus and dumped us in the
campus clinic. I was in pains and we were struggling to
hang on to life. They only gave us painkillers and sleep
inducing drugs. It was one of the nurses who saw our
condition that night that I whispered my mother’s
number into her ears and she used her phone, after
hiding the number, to notify my parents about our
plight.
“While we were in the hospital, they confiscated our
phones, laptops and all our friends and roommates’
phones and communication gadgets to ensure that
information about us did not leak to the outside commu
nity. We were dying in installments. On February 5, I
was woken up by the CSO, who told me that my father
was at the gate and wanted to see me. My dad was
shocked when he saw my condition. When he tried to
take a picture of me, they seized his camera and
smashed it on the ground. After heated argument
between my dad and the people at the gate, they
immediately bundled my friend and myself to the Elele
campus of the university in Rivers State, in the dead of
the night without the knowledge of my father. We were
in the hospital at Elele for about seven weeks shut out
from the people and still under police watch even on
our hospital bed. We underwent several surgeries
because the doctor confirmed that my zygomatic bone
close to the spine was fractured. My friend had
fractures on the lower and upper jaws.
I fainted when I saw my son –Okoye
Narrating how he heard about his son’s ordeal and the
frustrations he encountered in the course of seeking
justice for the victimized students, Chief Okoye told
Sunday Sun that he was in Lagos when his wife called
him from their Abuja home.
His words: “My wife informed me that she received a
distress call. Only God can describe the trauma we
passed through that night before daybreak. I left Lagos
for Enugu with first flight, abandoning all I came to do in
Lagos, but I never knew that I was in for the greatest
shock of my life. On getting to the school gate, I was
denied entry by the security people and left stranded for
four hours. When I noticed that the matter was no more
a small issue not to talk of the uncertainty surrounding
my son’s life, knowing that his phone was already
permanently switched off, I sought for external help
through the military. It was the high command at the 82
Division of the Nigerian Army, Enugu that assisted me
before they could allow me to enter and stay by the
side of the gate while they went to fetch my son. When
they brought him, I fainted, upon seeing his condition.
“After regaining composure a bit, I asked him who did
that to him and he pointed out the CSO, the Rev Father
and some others. I wanted to take his picture in that
state for practical evidence but to my surprise, another
Catholic priest named Fr. Francis, who came in from
Elele, Rivers State with two police escorts ordered the
security men to smash my camera which is worth
N300,000 to pieces, and they did. They also threatened
to shoot me if I didn’t tread with caution. After all
arguments, we agreed that the children should be taken
to either Enugu State University Teaching Hospital
(ESUTH) or University of Nigeria Teaching Hospital
(UNTH), Ituku Ozalla, Enugu State, but to my surprise
again, as soon as I left, they bundled the children in
that state to their headquarters at Elele, Rivers State.
“The children were kept incommunicado and detained in
the hospital too. It was through military assistance that
I was able to gain access to see them in the hospital
but they refused to release them to us for proper
medical care.” Federal High Court to the rescue
Unable to endure the continued detention of the
students at the Elele campus of the university and the
uncertainty and anxiety surrounding their health status,
Okoye through his lawyer, G. E. Ezeuko, SAN
approached the Federal High Court, Enugu, for the
enforcement of the fundamental human rights of the
students. He also slammed a civil suit against the
Governing Council of Madonna University and eight
other respondents, demanding N1billion compensation
for special and general damages and for gross violation
of fundamental human rights guaranteed under the
Constitution of Nigeria and African Charter on Human
and Peoples Rights.
Etisalat Storms The Federal University Of Technology, Minna.
It is no news that one of the best telecommunication company in Nigeria,Etisalat is known for its familiarity with Nigerian students and it's ability to warm and work its way into the hearts of students. Over the years,they have come up with all sort of bundles,bundles attractive enough to wow the heart of students and win them over,starting with the emergence of the easycliq and many more. Indeed,we can say Etisalat is the average Nigerian student special brand.
However it is a thing of pity that the North has been excluded from fun activities,events and has lost the feeling of normalcy and youthful exuberance,due to the state of unrest it has been experiencing in the last few years. The SouthWest and Eastern Regions are the only regions that have been partakers of the many fun events that takes place in Nigeria. The northern students have been less of students as they have had no such opportunities.
Etisalat however did the unimaginable as they stormed the Federal University of Technology,Minna on the 17th of August,2015 and broke the jinx.
FUTminna engaged in its first concert ever this week as Etisalat easycliqfest hit d North for the first time in a very long time.
On Monday was a Rap Battle which featured many dope rappers,the likes of Godson, Ehizzy, LilDrey e.t.c, Infact,Lil drey,a dope female rapper/lyricist was the winner of the rap session and she went home with a sum of 50 thousand naira.
Wednesday was awesome as Niyi Adesanya an inspirational speaker enlightened students on how to make a better future.
On Thursday 20th of August,the main event which was the concert took place. Etisalat brought top Artists like Reminisce, Terry G,Evelle to perform @ the concert.
The event took place at the school field, and turn up was massive.
Etisalat also gave few talented artists of FUTMinna an opportunity to perform along side celebrities. The likes of Ijaya (Agolo Master) , Vinee, Phariee, Otumba kaynyne, Godson(crazy lee) got this great chance. to get their wishes fufilled that beautiful evening.
A raffle draw also took place and lot of gifts were given out. Ibrahim,a spell over student went home with the grand prize, A Hyundai i10.
Indeed,Etisalat is a brand with a distinct difference.
We say a big thank you to Etisalat,WE LOVE YOU ETISALAT.
WAKABOUT
Considering the fact that school was on holiday plus I totally stressed myself out and slept so late the night before, I woke up really early that morning: 8: 40am… or so. I reached for my 17th century Nokia and checked my Whatsapp messages. 7 messages from Bola, my crazy classmate from secondary school. ‘Wake up, Tola. Wake up. Sleepy head! Wake up ’… like that like that sha…
So I sat up and replied him, ‘Big head, I was awake before you dreamt of waking up’
He answered me fast, “Stand up, go bath, I dey una coffee stand.”
Uh oh! “You’re at Nescafe Garden?” I typed back.
“Coffee, Nescafe, all join. Just come and meet me. My sister came to see someone here.”
Bola attends UNILORIN. About two months ago, he brought his younger sister to UI to write Post UME. We got into a debate on which school was better, UI or UNILORIN. His argument beat mine hands down and I hate losing. Over the weeks, I had already gathered ‘weapons and armoury’ to fight the dude. So, you’d understand that I really wanted to see him.
I catapulted out of my bed, went downstairs to fetch water and quickly had my bath. I spent more time dressing up; I just could not find a dress to wear. The reason for this is not far to fetch though, we had not had power in our hall for more than four days. (I’m sure you know the hall I’m talking about). I later settled for a pink sequined dress that had ruffles. At least nobody would know it was rumpled.
I rushed out of my hostel and waited for a cab. As soon as the first cab pulled up, I remembered I did not have any t-fare. So, I went back inside my room and famzed my roommate for 20 bucks. I got it and rushed back to the bus stop. After waiting under the scorching sun for about 15 minutes, I finally got a cab to the faculty.
It was about 9:30a.m when I got to Nescafe garden. I looked around and I did not see Bola. I walked down to Gossip Arena, to the Pepsi shop at SUB, to the taxi park, upstairs in the CLA Building and KDL. I did not find the dude. Meanwhile, I was calling him over and over again and he was not picking up his phone. Did he follow his sister to the lecturer’s office or something? I got tired and decided to sit in the faculty. After some time I got a call from the dude. I was already pissed off. “Bola, where are you nah? I’ve been waiting here since morning.”
He laughed. “As I dey talk to you so, I dey on top my toilet for house.”
I could not believe my ears. “What?” So he was not in school at all?
“I don tell you say make you dey fear me.” He gloated.
What the… I cut the call. Just then, I remembered that not too long ago, I told him that I was a better prankster than he was. I called him back and told him I didn’t like what he did. After laughing at me for a long time, he apologized and told me he was going to come to my school on Sunday… for real, this time. I smiled to myself, he would see who the better prankster is on Sunday.
NUT
ARISE OH, KOPA SHAN (SERIES 1)
Just last month,some youth corp members had their passing out parade. A lot of folks and foes congratulated the lucky ones. I mean serving your father land isn't "something like a joking sturv" *in Falz voice* and those first 3 weeks of orientation ehn! Hehehehe,no be small matter o. From you having to wake up as early as 3am to the strenous "exercise" you have to endure,the corporal punishment and the way the "ajebutters" faint ehn,abeg I dey fear say I no go wan do this thing ooo. Well,enough talk about me,KOPA SHAN Series isn't about Kitty. And so on the first series of "KOPA SHAN",we would be talking to one of the many who successfully passed out of the Youth Corps Service,get to read all about his days in school to the present.
Without much ado,I give to you Tijani Oluwamayowa Emmanuel,aka The Abefe Okin,a graduate of Food Technology,University of Ibadan and most importantly,a journalist. *wow*..surprised right? Well,let's get to know more..You ready???
Kitty: Can we meet you?
Tj: I am Tijani Oluwamayowa Emmanuel,a graduate of the premier university and a practicing journalist.
Kitty: Hmmm..the Premier University. What is it about Uites that make them say that word "Premier" with so much pride? Yes we know that Uniibadan is the first university in Nigeria but the way the students say it with so much pride makes it seem like there is more to the word "Premier".
Tj: Premier,stems from the Latin word "Primus" which gave birth to Prime,meaning, Unique,Eccentric and Altogether Different. A school of though believes it's from "Premiere",a French word meaning First. But in all University of Ibadan would always be the primus inter pares,First among equals!
Kitty:*sighs*,Uniibadan sha,okay oh. It brings me to the next question. I have heard a lot about the "UI standard". I mean when Public speakers,orators go outside the school community to debate or speak,they always talk about the "UI standard" that can be met by other schools. As a journalist and even a renowned public speaker and orator,what do you think about this "over hyped" standard?
Tj: The UI standard is multifaceted. The average UI student has a personal standard,the average graduate knows more and is well respected amongst other graduates. In NYSC sojourn,I came to respect the university even more. You get to camp and you just say it by chance that you are from UI,everything changes. If you are a girl,some guys from other schools get somewhat intimidated. If you are a guy,welcome to the honeymoon. You just become some demigod. There is this aura that comes with the UI brand,it cannot just be totally explained. As for public speaking and other competitions,there is a minimum expectation for UI students out there. Every student who let this university pass through him or her must be able to meet up. Woe unto you if you don't let UI pass through you as a uite.
Kitty: hmmm,I can't wait to serve ooo. Alright moving on,as a 3time consecutive recipient of the best campus journalist in the Premier,a press member of the Union Campus Journalist(UCJ),what did you gain when you were in school and how has it helped your career?
Tj: This was a question I was faced with as a student. I rarely attended classes towards the end,I had found my calling,I went after it. People asked if I was paid,I wasn't. I wrote for Tribune,Guardian,
Saharareporters and TheScoopNG. No one paid me,I was building myself. When I got out of school,getting a job was "child's play",i didn't have to struggle. The sacrifices paid up,i even became sought after by God's gace. Everything pays,just give it time.
Kitty: Wow..interesting. So you are called "The Abefe Okin",what brought about this Panegyric.
Tj: It is my "oriki",it literally means "he who might be begged to be loved,dated and married. It affected my stay in school starting from 300level when many girls began asking me out. *feeling embarrassed*
Kitty: Me sef go dey bear Abefe Kitty Okin,make boys sef dey queue for my front and back..*giggles*. I love that though. So Abefe Okin! Let us go back to your days as a corper,what was it like?
T.j: It was fun,i didn't have sex as feared. When I told a lady that,she said my NYSC was boring. But in the real sense,it was fun. I had 2 families. The Eko Kopa Editorial and Publicity team and Eko Kopa Radio team. I also had the Cable family. They made life worth every bit of it,it was great fun and challenging. In no time,it was all over.
Kitty: awwwn,lovely. So how was the 3weeks orientation camp? The early call to the parade ground,the boring lectures and all? Especially the last 3days in camp which is usually fun like all corpers do say.
Tj: I went to a military secondary school,so for me it was just normal. I didn't feel the way others felt around soldiers,i knew what to expect. Parades were "norms" back in secondary school. What people experienced in 3weeks,I had done for 6years. Beat that! *winks*. I left Bayelsa camp,my original state of deployment for Lagos,so my last 3days were normal. Nothing hyper.
Kitty: So tell me,what's up with this mentality that graduates go to camp with? I mean they think the camp is a place to have fun and a sex platform where you get to have fun unlimited,unrestrained. You hear things like "even nuns and spirikoko gets to shag". Is that what the 3weeks in camp especially the last 3days really about?
Tj: No ma'am,many of us didn't indulge ourselves in such rather illicit acts. I don't drink,nor did I drink in camp. I don't give myself to sex and sort,neither did I too in camp and I have friends I can vouch for that didn't do such. Lucas,Pelumi,Segun,Samuel and no be say na we holy pass oooo.
Kitty: *laughs*..abeg guys should be like you people oh. That brings me to the general belief about NYSC and relationships. I once heard a friend say to another friend whose boyfriend was leaving for service. He said to her,"he will break up with you,I mean niccur would want to enjoy his service year now,lot of girls in camp,booze and parties,no dull am o.. he might come back after a year sha." I laughed and started to think of why he would say such. But it is true you know,girls get scared when their guys go to serve because they think their relationships would crumble,I mean the long distance,attraction to someone else,sexual matters and all. In all,do you think NYSC is really the end to most relationships?
Tj: Yes,may relationships end during that year but it is because those relationships were not built on the right foundation in the first place. Some do not lose their relationships during service year,but their partners have "fun",sex and all with other persons claiming they don't know who is handling their partners back home. It is just a sure index that the relationship wasn't worth it in the first place. When they become husbands,they had do the same anytime work posts them out of their spouse sight.
Kitty: Thank you very much for that T.J. Let's now talk about the N19,800 monthly allowance corpers get from the federal government. Do you feel it should be increased?
Tj: I am torn between two schools of thought on that. Everyone wants more money but not every should get more money. If the money is increased to say fifty thousand naira and you collect that every month and live comfortably,when you are done with NYSC and you have no job or a job paying below that,you may find it hard to cope. Personally,I think N19,800 is small,especially those whose states do not pay a dime and their PPA pay them less than N5,000. But I think NYSC should be more about empowerment than money.
Kitty: That is true. So I guess this is the question on everybody's mind. What is next after NYSC? Most importantly,where do you see yourself in the next 5years?
Tj: I got a job with about 4 firms,notable among them were Vanguard newspaper and The Cable. So for me,God has doused my Post-NYSC tension. So your "what next" question is easier to answer. I'd be pursuing my journalism career. And in the next 5years,I should be a few years away from the peak of my career.
Kitty: Great. So in how many years time would the wedding bells ring?
Tj: Vision2020
Kitty: So quickly,what will you say you have achieved in the last few years?
Tj: God has helped me. He is built a solid foundation for the name I hope to have in the years to come. A good name is better than gold and silver. Winning the Nigerian Championship of Public Speaking (NCPS) in 2013 and mentoring the 2014 teams were a good bedrock for my public speaking career.
Winning FOPA,UCJ and Campus Times awards as best campus journalist were also solid starts. As God would have it,even during my service year,a few hours and life changing stories were achieved. For me,it has been a fulfilling milestone.
Kitty: What is your advise to the present corpers and ones that recently passed out?
Tj: Excellence pays,whatever you do,be excellent at it. Even if it is street sweeping.
Kitty: Do you have anything to say to TheFACET readers?
Tj: Yes I do. TheFACET would be very big in the days to come,as a reader on this platform,be ardent,drop comments,get known as a top commentator,because when it gets big,you can also say "WE BUILT THAT BRAND."
*smiles* thank you so much Abefe Okin! I hope to be greater than you though(when I grow up)..lol..it was really nice having a chat with you and I hope to hear more success stories about you as the years roll over. See you at the top,TheFACET loves you!
******************************************** I guess that brings us to the end of this interview session for the KOPA SHAN series for the month of August. Look forward to meeting the next KOPA on KOPA SHAN in September. You really don't want to miss out. See you next time,next month and come with high expectations. Chao chao*kisses*
Saturday, 4 July 2015
TURNED or CRAZY?? - Fashion Trends
It is a fact that jeans are classic and can never go out of style. But it takes a finely bold fashionista to rock a pair of ripped jeans properly and still manage to pull off that chic look. Now once you can achieve that successfully and without cogs,you are the definition of a fashion guru.
Ripped jeans,popularly known by Nigerians as crazy jeans and distressed jeans by the whites,are the rave of the moment especially the stone wash off white.
Now,let's see how people rock crazy jeans in Nigeria and outside Nigeria.
Chill oh,before I show you the pics sef,let me give a fashion rule for distressed jeans.
On no occasion should YOU rock a ripped jean without knowing the right top,accessory(if needed) or shoes to pull it off! You surely don't wanna look like a cast off or mad person when you come out from a corner of the street.
It is a great pity that many of us commit fashion blunders all in the name of leaving jaws hanging,we go all the way to make a difference and become MAD trying to prove a point..*yimu*..(I piri una cos if na to say operation burst still dey,u no go fit to wear ripped jeans like say na kim k you be.)
Do you know there are modest ways to rock the distressed jeans and still look effortlessly chic and decent(if that particular word "decent" comes to play in situations of the crazy jeans invasion.)*shrugs*
Now that we have been disgusted to an extent by those pictures,let us check out girls who still managed to pull this off with their combo*winks*..Yuovnne Nelson is bae by the way,check her out.
Now coming down to our Nigerian Universities,check out the babes who rocked their ripped jeans in a way that made me say "ah,thank God,so some girls still get litle sense for this our country"..10minute prayer to bless this girls for introducing simplicty into fashion and looking chic at the same time.
Coming down to our celebrities,check out these actresses doing it their own way.
And finally,Genny stunned me again by wearing this! I mean you don't always get to see a ripped skirt on ladies bu she definitely nailed this! Go gurl!
Now that we have seen crazy,let us all turn up and get cuffed!!!!
The cuffed jeans trend has a lot to do with our pop culture and our guilty pleasure for celebs spotted by the paparazzi on the street. How do they look on daily basis?What are they wearing? Usually it is super relaxed styles,casual,boho-chic,quite messy looks with the cuffed jeans being ubiquitous when it comes to their off-duty style.
And trust me as Nigerians,we looked,saw,loved and emulated! No time to waste time abeg.
Now if you still havn't gotten the gist about what the cuffed jeans is,na the turn up trouser wey we dey always see on our toothpick legs daily oh. Trend alert or not,that shii is dope!(*oops*,did I just say that?)
Then came the bloggers and before we knew it,every fashionista,stylist.editor and fashion passionate individuals started rocking it,why???
It is cool,incredibly cute and french vibed!
Any jean style can be cuffed in as many rolls or folds as you wish. It goes with any shoes,any outfit,any occasion,any age,sex also. It is totally fantastic BUT to wear cuffed jeans,you have to rock it well. So choose a nice top,some fitted, something free also,just make it lovely!
Chill,you ever thought of rocking oversized jeans?try it out.
Cuffed BF jeans or super large styles cane be done in half,1,2 or 3 folds. Thick messy folds look great with oversized jeans as they give more definition to your legs an silhouette and the exposed ankle is a very cheeky but well place detail for showing off inches of your frame. It adds that bohemian and careless vibe to an outfit and it looks amazing with heels.
Let's check out some of our Nigerian students rocking the trend.
The caucasians are however not lagging behind in this trend..
Even the mongoloids
However let us remember one thing. The beauty of fashion is that wrong does not exist. So come out with your craze la diva et belle! Let's rock this world turned and crazy!!!
@Alexis_Okin
Ripped jeans,popularly known by Nigerians as crazy jeans and distressed jeans by the whites,are the rave of the moment especially the stone wash off white.
Now,let's see how people rock crazy jeans in Nigeria and outside Nigeria.
Chill oh,before I show you the pics sef,let me give a fashion rule for distressed jeans.
On no occasion should YOU rock a ripped jean without knowing the right top,accessory(if needed) or shoes to pull it off! You surely don't wanna look like a cast off or mad person when you come out from a corner of the street.
It is a great pity that many of us commit fashion blunders all in the name of leaving jaws hanging,we go all the way to make a difference and become MAD trying to prove a point..*yimu*..(I piri una cos if na to say operation burst still dey,u no go fit to wear ripped jeans like say na kim k you be.)
Do you know there are modest ways to rock the distressed jeans and still look effortlessly chic and decent(if that particular word "decent" comes to play in situations of the crazy jeans invasion.)*shrugs*
However before we see pictures,let me tell you a short story of how I once felt about this trend as a kid.
I remember growing up in Ibadan city where fashion at a time was nothing to write home about. Fashion was dead and Ib gals could never pull of the definition of hot and sexy. Well,I got to lagos during a break in preparatory school and saw big aunts looking cute and hot in every clothe they rocked. Well,I immediately decided to dress like them when I became old enough to buy my own things.
One day I was outside the gate when I saw a beautiful lady with gorgeous hair passing by in a torn jean. I was so shocked that I didn't even notice when a tear slipped down my cheek. My aunt came out a that moment and asked why I was crying and I pointed in the direction of the young lady and said she was mad. My aunt's laughter surprised me and I asked why she was mocking the lady. She said to me "Trisha,she is not mad o,that is crazy jeans now. It's the trend now!"...LOBATAN! I kukuma no talk anything again,na so I shut up oh but then I promised never to try such jeans on. Well,the trend passed only for it to resurface now that I am older and guess what? I AM LOVING IT!!!
Now let's really come back to the present. The way some of us rock these jeans is nothing short of spectacular. And I trust my Naija babes,dem no dey carry last for these kain tin oh! deir own don pass craze,abeg borrow me name for mad? Why not just rock it and make us love it?why rock it and make me wanna puke? I guess it's time to see some pictures then.
I remember growing up in Ibadan city where fashion at a time was nothing to write home about. Fashion was dead and Ib gals could never pull of the definition of hot and sexy. Well,I got to lagos during a break in preparatory school and saw big aunts looking cute and hot in every clothe they rocked. Well,I immediately decided to dress like them when I became old enough to buy my own things.
One day I was outside the gate when I saw a beautiful lady with gorgeous hair passing by in a torn jean. I was so shocked that I didn't even notice when a tear slipped down my cheek. My aunt came out a that moment and asked why I was crying and I pointed in the direction of the young lady and said she was mad. My aunt's laughter surprised me and I asked why she was mocking the lady. She said to me "Trisha,she is not mad o,that is crazy jeans now. It's the trend now!"...LOBATAN! I kukuma no talk anything again,na so I shut up oh but then I promised never to try such jeans on. Well,the trend passed only for it to resurface now that I am older and guess what? I AM LOVING IT!!!
Now let's really come back to the present. The way some of us rock these jeans is nothing short of spectacular. And I trust my Naija babes,dem no dey carry last for these kain tin oh! deir own don pass craze,abeg borrow me name for mad? Why not just rock it and make us love it?why rock it and make me wanna puke? I guess it's time to see some pictures then.
Now that we have been disgusted to an extent by those pictures,let us check out girls who still managed to pull this off with their combo*winks*..Yuovnne Nelson is bae by the way,check her out.
Coming down to our celebrities,check out these actresses doing it their own way.
And finally,Genny stunned me again by wearing this! I mean you don't always get to see a ripped skirt on ladies bu she definitely nailed this! Go gurl!
Now that we have seen crazy,let us all turn up and get cuffed!!!!
The cuffed jeans trend has a lot to do with our pop culture and our guilty pleasure for celebs spotted by the paparazzi on the street. How do they look on daily basis?What are they wearing? Usually it is super relaxed styles,casual,boho-chic,quite messy looks with the cuffed jeans being ubiquitous when it comes to their off-duty style.
And trust me as Nigerians,we looked,saw,loved and emulated! No time to waste time abeg.
Now if you still havn't gotten the gist about what the cuffed jeans is,na the turn up trouser wey we dey always see on our toothpick legs daily oh. Trend alert or not,that shii is dope!(*oops*,did I just say that?)
Then came the bloggers and before we knew it,every fashionista,stylist.editor and fashion passionate individuals started rocking it,why???
It is cool,incredibly cute and french vibed!
Any jean style can be cuffed in as many rolls or folds as you wish. It goes with any shoes,any outfit,any occasion,any age,sex also. It is totally fantastic BUT to wear cuffed jeans,you have to rock it well. So choose a nice top,some fitted, something free also,just make it lovely!
Chill,you ever thought of rocking oversized jeans?try it out.
Cuffed BF jeans or super large styles cane be done in half,1,2 or 3 folds. Thick messy folds look great with oversized jeans as they give more definition to your legs an silhouette and the exposed ankle is a very cheeky but well place detail for showing off inches of your frame. It adds that bohemian and careless vibe to an outfit and it looks amazing with heels.
Let's check out some of our Nigerian students rocking the trend.
The caucasians are however not lagging behind in this trend..
Even the mongoloids
However let us remember one thing. The beauty of fashion is that wrong does not exist. So come out with your craze la diva et belle! Let's rock this world turned and crazy!!!
@Alexis_Okin
ONE, TWO, STRIKE!
It sure isn’t great when you’re supposed to be a serious student and you start missing classes. Your serious classmates start to look at you with that eye that says, ‘Dude, what on earth is wrong with you? Do you want to fail?’ Yeah, right. As if. Lecturers are disappointed and other students just jubilate, ‘At least they’re not going to be the only unserious ones.’ Witches. But these don’t stop you… at least they didn’t stop me when I decided to miss a whole day of classes. Ah ah! Man has to rest nah. So, it was not surprising when I got to school later that day, after missing the day’s classes and I got the above reactions.
What was surprising was that I was told we wouldn’t have classes the next day… or the day after that, or the day after the day after that (catch my drift?). What? I just stayed home for one day and I was bored to death, what would I do with so much time on my hands? I then asked for the reason and I was told somebody told somebody that a lecturer said he wasn’t sure though but he thinks that NASU is going on strike. Why did this have to happen? Couldn’t they wait until I was done with the university? Hia!
In Nigerian universities, most students come in with the knowledge that they would spend more than the normal time they are supposed to spend in the university because they’re assured that somebody will go on strike. I took government in secondary school and I was told that strike action is almost the last resort that any worker would take.
Although, I stand to be corrected, it looks like for every Nigerian, especially those in the universities; strike actions are the first port of call. You don’t get paid for months, you go on strike, you don’t get some of your dues, you go on strike, if anything happens, you go on strike. While I am not saying that this is not the right of the individual, the fact remains that everything we do has a ripple effect on other people. Doctors go on strike, people die like fishes. ASUU goes on strike; students come back to school as fathers and mothers. Students Union goes on strike, students get idle. NASU goes on strike, people might die of boredom. Lol. On a more serious note though, NASU goes on strike and the school calendar becomes disoriented. Many people have other plans. Some people have to work to get themselves through school; many have jobs lined up to coincide the finish of examinations. Many things happen… many things as a result of strike actions taken. Afterwards, we have to ask ourselves, ‘Is it worth it?’
The fact that the government has grown a hard shell to strike actions in Nigeria is cause for concern. It’s like they think, ‘You want to go on strike? Bye bye. No one cares anyway.’ It is disturbing how they let the recent ASUU strike go on for 6 whole months, it’s like they don’t have our interest in mind. It is evident that going on strike actions does not help matters or it does not help matters fast. Any way we put it, one thing we know is that something needs to change and change fast.
Oh and I heard SSANU might go on strike on Monday, 6th July, so you’d better start considering what trade you’ll learn.
NUT
In Nigerian universities, most students come in with the knowledge that they would spend more than the normal time they are supposed to spend in the university because they’re assured that somebody will go on strike. I took government in secondary school and I was told that strike action is almost the last resort that any worker would take.
Although, I stand to be corrected, it looks like for every Nigerian, especially those in the universities; strike actions are the first port of call. You don’t get paid for months, you go on strike, you don’t get some of your dues, you go on strike, if anything happens, you go on strike. While I am not saying that this is not the right of the individual, the fact remains that everything we do has a ripple effect on other people. Doctors go on strike, people die like fishes. ASUU goes on strike; students come back to school as fathers and mothers. Students Union goes on strike, students get idle. NASU goes on strike, people might die of boredom. Lol. On a more serious note though, NASU goes on strike and the school calendar becomes disoriented. Many people have other plans. Some people have to work to get themselves through school; many have jobs lined up to coincide the finish of examinations. Many things happen… many things as a result of strike actions taken. Afterwards, we have to ask ourselves, ‘Is it worth it?’
The fact that the government has grown a hard shell to strike actions in Nigeria is cause for concern. It’s like they think, ‘You want to go on strike? Bye bye. No one cares anyway.’ It is disturbing how they let the recent ASUU strike go on for 6 whole months, it’s like they don’t have our interest in mind. It is evident that going on strike actions does not help matters or it does not help matters fast. Any way we put it, one thing we know is that something needs to change and change fast.
Oh and I heard SSANU might go on strike on Monday, 6th July, so you’d better start considering what trade you’ll learn.
NUT
University Of IBADAN Students Union: A Greek Gift?
The election which should not be later than 30days after resumption in March,a new session, and should have been held in May was first postponed to the 4th of June for executives of the union and the 11th of June for the Students Representative Council(SCR). This was done on the basis of having an election that would be credible enough and free of manipulation and rigging of any kind.
According to a faction of students representing the student body(not the SU executives in this case),the decision was made and agreed to by the student leaders,the SRC and the Vice Chancellor of the premier,Professor I.F Adewole,that votes should be counted at each hall of residence and a date was agreed upon,the 4th of July.
However few days after this agreement was reached,It was suspected that the electoral committee was showing its unwillingness and was acting on its own without carrying the SRC along in the decisions it took. Further investigation later showed that the committee was not acting alone but was acting on the instruction of the VC as it was realized that the VC only agreed to the demands of the student body to prevent an uprising but had other plans in mind.
A meeting between the dean of student affairs,Professor A.A Alada and the speaker of the SRC,Hon. Ifeoluwa Egunjobi finally led to the revelation of the reason behind the delay in the election's budget approval as the dean of students told Madam speaker that the school was lacking the financial resources to fund the election. He said for the electoral process to take place,more money would be needed,more manpower would be needed which means more money to be paid to the officials that would be conducting the electoral process.
This excuse was of course not accepted by the students as it didn't sit down well with them or the aspirants when it was announced on the 30th of June that the election had been shifted to the 25th of September,2015.
The gloomy look on the faces of the aspirants and the heavy heart which they carried about spoke volumes about the disappointment they had towards the SU leaders who couldn't do anything to protect the union.
Not long after this news circulated around the halls and faculties,a lot of students started throwing blames at the SU President,in person of Comrade Oluwafemi Odesola A.K.A Huntersola and his cabinet. They were accused of being too soft and weak and were called names such as VC's sons,traitors to the cause the union represent,even weaklings.
The students' anger flared at the rumours of a proposed increase in tuition fee and hostel fee from the least price of 16,400naira and 14,000naira to 65,000naira and 35,000naira respectively. This has however given the students the idea that the school management's attempt to stall the election is actually a means of totally eradicating the pillar of students called the student union because without a union,this proposed exploitation plan would scale through as their would be no one,no body to act in the interest of the students.
One would ask,"if they reinstated the SU even after it was stopped,then they have the right to stop it once again if they want to."
But let me ask,is the student union their right or ours?should we beg for a union?should we grovel at their feet to have an advocate?
Other questions have risen however,questions like?
"Is another long term strike looming?"
"Is this a scheme by the management to send our union to an early grave?"
"Is this going to be the end of student unionism in the premier?"
"Are our students leaders so weak and scared of SDC and an extra year that they would rather sit back and watch things go wrong?"
"Why vie for a post,promise heaven and earth only to betray your fellow students just because you can't stand up to the management?"
"Is the VC who was once a strong activist in the 80s trying to scrap what he once believed in and strongly stood by?
Why give is a student union,only to collect it back at your own convenience?
Following the past administration of several union leaders,rumours have risen about the school management planting spies in the student union,backing them up during elections,making them take up the highest positions and scare away other aspirants especially ones with the potential to lead,ones that can't be cajoled or manipulated with threats of various kinds,expulsion being their greatest weapon or threat. This act of manipulation and a ridicule of or management has made me believe the saying that warns us to beware of Greek bearing gifts.
We were given a union and even though we fought for it's resuscitation,this union was still handed down to us as a gift,one they think we should eternally be grateful for. Of course there is no Greek gift without a recompense. We received it and our eagerness and thirst for an advocate,for a representative has not only given us smiles,the tears are also threatening and division is around the corner. Should this be allowed?
I can't help but wonder if this was a plan,a trick or stratagem,one that was strategized all along to make us feel secure,protected and rooted firmly only to strike at us at an unsuspecting hour,in our comfort zone?
Why bring a battle to us without warning first or perhaps you did give us warnings but we were too blind to notice the telltale signs.
Finally I ask,are we going to sit back,flee from every appearance of SDC letter,go through the same trouble our fellow comrades in Great Ife went through to curb the excesses of the cock striding with pride over their heads and finally have a strike,stay home for a year,perhaps two before we finally realize the need for our union?
The Trojan gift is here already,it is our union. Do we send the gift back to the Greek so it causes us no harm?Perhaps we let it cause our separation and fall out and thereafter destroy us or do we subdue our own union,unify and stand our ground?Is it too late?
One thing is for sure,I am not backing down because then,I will be letting down the hope Kunle Adepeju and his fellow comrades had for the future of our union.
So I ask you,would you let the struggle of Tokunbo Salako,Kayode Bello and the likes of them go down the drain or would you rather unite and fight for what you believe in? To say we once had a union is wrong,this is the time to show the world what a union really is.
Indeed we have a union!
Aluta continua,Victoria ascerta.
When Love Goes Sour
I met him four years ago. He was handsome and tall and spoke English like an Englishman. He played the piano and someone had introduced him to me as a pianist because I sang. (Now that I think about it, maybe we would have made the perfect couple, like my parents)
We seemed to hit it off right from day one, talking about everything and nothing and laughed late into the night. We read together, went to class together, went to church together, and choir rehearsals and every other place there was to go to together. We shared everything (well almost everything), our dreams and fears and goals and failures. We had a whole life ahead of us. I love words: poetry, small notes, letters, any form they came and he knew how to give me these little surprises that warmed my heart and I'd stay up late some nights, reading them and giggling like an idiot.
He was responsible, strong, disciplined, funny, intelligent, handsome, and he had a relationship with God. I loved him. I was willing to go to any length for him, willing to stay with him when it was hard to get up from bed to face the troubles of day, willing to stick with him even when I knew he didn't even have enough for himself, talk less sharing with me. You can say that if I had a second chance at life and I had to pick who I wanted to be with, I would pick him over and over and over again. Not that he didn't have terrible flaws, but something in me just seemed to overlook them. Note that those flaws were his undoing because I'm a kick-ass lady *winks*
So three years down the line and three years of his persistence and I finally said yes. I thought it had be electric and it will send butterflies running round my tummy but it didn't. It was quiet. He was strangely and unusually quiet. It was a quiet walk home and I assumed (wrong move that was: you must never assume for a guy). So I assumed that he probably was so happy that finally we get to be together and didn't want me to see how stupid he'd look if he actually grinned and expressed himself. Boy was I wrong!
A lot of times we tend to look at the faults of the other person and analyze what they did wrong and what they did that hurt you and then we capitalize on it. But the truth is that sometimes, we might have had our own part to play in coming apart. I understand that at that point in time, we are blinded by our hurt and anger and frustration that all we see faults.
When he broke up with me, I felt like my world just came crashing down. It was worse than the feeling you get when a door gets slammed in your face. I wanted to cry but I just didn't want to attract unnecessary attention. I took a bus back to my place and while walking, my heart started to beat faster and I started to hyperventilate as I began replaying all the scenes in my head. The break up scene, the words he said to me, the insults he doused on me, the poems I sent to him while trying to make things works and his thoughtless nasty reaction to it. I felt like the biggest fool of the century. I tried to pull myself together. I remember getting to my room, changing into more casual clothes and dashing off to my mentor's room. I got there and broke down in tears. She seemed surprised to see me cry and she knew it was over. At that point nothing she seemed to say made me feel better. She talked about me finding a better man and how God worked like this sometimes and how God was prepping me for something even more beautiful.
All I could think about was nothing but the pain I was feeling. I felt empty. I felt like the oxygen in the air wasn't enough to breathe anymore. I thought about all my compromises and mistakes, all my principles that I threw in the trash can to make him happy and I realized how stupid I was for spending the last cash I had on me buying him a present on Valentine's Day only for him to confess to me later that he bought the scanty chocolate bars and flimsy card he got for me out of duty! I stooped low and made a fool of myself and I cried every other night after that. I had sleepless nights and long days and bouts of headaches and fever, even heart contractions sometimes. Sometimes I groaned out of my sleep and stayed awake through the night. Gradually as the slow days passed by, I started to smile again and they were sincere, I didn't have to fake a laugh and I could even chuckle.
I honestly cannot tell you that there was one thing I did in particular that changed everything for me. I'll say it was a series of actions born out of a decision to stop hurting and whining and crying and move on with my life. I didn't know how that was going to happen but I knew, well at least a part of me wanted to leave that chapter. I'm grateful to heartbreak songs like Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri and Man who can't be Moved by The Script. I'™m also grateful to my cute bear, Sebastian (yes I know it's a goofy name) for soaking in all those tears.
God told me on one of those days when I went off into the quiet to talk to him, to make a list of ten things I loved about myself. I thought hard for a while then I started to write and got stuck on number 5. Then I knew I had to work on my esteem there. It may seem all calculated but it wasn't as easy then as I speak now. So I started to take some steps to really move on. I was tired of hoping that he'll come back. So I understand when someone says the best way to not get hurt is to never expect anything.
I took to journaling. I poured out my thoughts, my frustration, my anger, my pain and when I ran out of words because words were never enough, I would sit there and cry and draw little doodles and smileys or just scribble jargons on my journal.
Then my friend gave me a book Called a Break-Up because it's Broken by Greg Behrendt. The title alone made me cry. I never imagined that there will be an end to us but here it was staring me in the face. So I stared at the book for a while. It wasn't a christian book nevertheless, as I flipped through the pages of the book, I knew my healing process had begun. I poured over the book all day. I had sticky notes glued to the wall right above my head rest on my bed. There were different ones. One told me ten things to do in place of calling my ex, one told me my bestfriend was me and there's nobody who could make me feel better other than myself, there was another to remind me how amazing I was regardless of what I did or didn't do in the relationship. There was another that said to me;
your life is not a yard sale. It's time to get rid of all the broken stuff that you've been lugging around for days, months, and maybe even years, and make the bold decision to start looking for stuff that works.
There are no hard and fast rules to recovering from one. I won't take you down the spiral of hurt feelings and of crushed hopes and hearts because that will only make you cry again and hate him or hate yourself for letting it happen. You might have even stalked him for a while, hacking into his e-mail account or asking your mutual friends about what's new in his life or going to his favorite restaurant or hanging out in places where you know you're sure to see him. That would only hurt you even more especially when you find out that it seems he has moved on. (girl, you know those things that we do.)
I cannot carefully craft out a healing pattern or process as it were, if I did maybe I would have tagged it getting past the heartbreak. But I'll say this: moving away from this stage of your life is born out of a decision; the decision to be happy, the decision to refuse to let anyone and anything put you down; the decision to love again and love hard because without love, life tastes bland and success is empty.
So change into a cute red dress, dab on some powder (I'm so grateful to concealer too, that make-up tool works wonders), put on rouge or orange lipstick and take yourself out on a nice dinner. Treat yourself to all the comfort you can afford,and don't for a split second give room to hurt or pain or thoughts that might make you cry and I promise that with every step you take at being happy, you'll find yourself going farther and farther away from everything that has held you down and you'll embrace the beauty of being single and of course love when it comes along your way again BECAUSE IT WILL.
Angela Adebiyi.
AN EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH AGBOLUAJE IDRIS,CO-CEO OF ACE STITCHES.
Good day awesome readers and welcome to another interview on
TheFACET. My name is SULIAT and today’s interview is one we had with AGBOLUAJE
IDRIS, co-ceo of ACE stitches. Idris is a finalist of the department of
Biochemistry of the University of Ibadan. Sit back and enjoy the interview, do
not in case press your red button….muchas gracias..*winks*.
FACET: Hello
gentleman, can we meet you?
IDRIS: My name is
Agboluaje Idris. A student of the
University of Ibadan from the department of Biochemistry. The co-ceo of Ace
stitches. I am from a family of five. I hail from Ibadan, Oyo state.
FACET: Ace stitches happened to be one of the trending
fashion line trending in UI, who and what
would you attribute that to?
IDRIS: God’s favor and good work
FACET: How did you come about the name’ ACE STITCHES’?
IDRIS: As you know ‘ace’ means being very good at what you
do. My partner and I, Akinola Ayetigbo decided to use the first letters of our
names because most of our names start with the letter’ A’.
FACET: What makes your brand so different from other brands
in UI and other schools around? Because every other fashioners talk about how
different their brands are ,so what do you think makes yours different?
IDRIS: I think the basic thing is our designs because they
are not the regular designs that you see and we dedicate most of our time to
ensuring that we provide quality products. So, I think that’s just it.
FACET: Apart from a fashioner ,what other things do you
engage yourself in?
IDRIS: I engage in a lot of things and aside from academics,
I was the general secretary of my hall, Mellanby hall. I am presently the vice
president of Junior Chambers International, JCI, UI chapter. My partner , who
happens to be the president of the department of Physiology is also the
chairman of the University Electoral Screening Committee. We are also involved in more
like an umbrella company. We are basically involved in a lot of things.
FACET: How do you combine your studies with the things you
do? Creations inclusive.
IDRIS: As you know
that biochemistry is a very time consuming course, but I think it has been God
all the way but I think the main thing is you prioritizing your time and knowing
what you have to do at a particular time.
FACET: You are a member of JCI, how does that feel?
IDRIS: It feels good.
FACET: Can you tell us what JCI is all about and how has it
influenced you?
IDRIS: JCI is an acronym for Junior Chamber International.
It is a worldwide federation of young citizens between the ages of 18 and 40.
It is present in over 100 countries of the world and it is going to be 100
years this year so we are having our anniversary this year. There are so many
opportunities in JCI ,talk about the individual opportunities, the business
opportunities, community opportunities.
It is more about the rendering of services to the society and one way or the
other all these have influenced my lifestyle.JCI helps business too by
connecting you to a lot of people.
FACET: Does the name JCI go beyond the walls of the Premier
University? Do they have it in other schools?
IDRIS: Yes definitely, they have it in UNILAG, OAU ,FUNAAB, YABAtech,
IbadanPoly, Leadcity university and many more which I can’t really mention now.
FACET: Let’s go deeply*laughs*. You are quite a handsome
fellow, how do you control the female population? I mean female fans club.
IDRIS: I think I’m embarrassed right now.*laughs* I
basically don’t do anything. I think it is not so good to send those girls away
because I think having them also helps your business ,you should just know how
to handle the whole fun and business relationships. You have to know where to
draw the line.
FACET: Hmmmm…..does ‘madam’ get so angry when she notices
other girls giving you attention?
IDRIS: No, she knows the kind of person I am.
FACET: So in few lines, what kind of person will you say you
are?
IDRIS: Errrrhhm..I’m just a regular guy who goes about my
business. I stick to time a lot and I’m an honest person and I think that is a
good thing.
FACET: Are you concerned about the rate of unemployment in
the country and how does it affect your orientation about getting a job
immediately you are out of school?
IDRIS: Ofcourse, I’m very concerned about unemployment
because there are no jobs out there. I had my industrial training at CWAY foods
and beverages and my supervisor is a graduate of Biochemistry, OAU, so he made
me understand that there are no jobs around and you need a good connection to
get a good job in Nigeria. So from my own point of view, I think since there
are no jobs out there, everybody should try and get their hands on deck, doing
something for themselves.
FACET: Most students decide not to work with their
certificates but rather decide to pursue entrepreneurship. Do you think we do
not take education seriously anymore or we just happen to give up on any hope
of getting a job when we are out of school?
IDRIS: Both. It depends on where you find yourself because I
think the people that do not take education seriously are those that find
themselves where they do not want to be. For example, those that are science
oriented but find themselves in other fields are usually affected. Likewise the
ones that are serious minded but do not have the right motivation to keep them
going.
FACET: Do you plan to work with your certificate as a
biochemist or you would rather just stick to being a fashioner?
IDRIS: I plan to do both. I plan to become a forensic
biochemist and also run my business along with that.
FACET: Now that you have mentioned forensic biochemistry, can
you tell us a little bit about forensic biochemistry?
IDRIS: Forensic biochemistry is a part that deals with
analysis. Analysis of hair, DNA,fingerprints and so on.
FACET: Do you think being a biochemist pays in Nigeria? Why?
IDRIS: It doesn’t. Because biochemistry is basically a research
field and Nigeria does not provide the right atmosphere for research to go on
very well.
FACET: We have come to realize that many undergraduates tend
to take to social vices like stealing, armed robbery ,fraud, rituals and so on,
what do you suggest should be done to curb these and save the lives of youths
on this journey of ruins?
IDRIS: What pushes people to go into such things is
unemployment. If the Government could provide good amenities that could
discourage these people from such vices, I think that would be good.
FACET: If you aint a fashioner or a biochemist, what would
you be?
IDRIS: I would probably be a footballer because I am pretty
much a good soccer player and I could also be a consultant too.
FACET: As a big boy, how did it feel learning to sew?
IDRIS: It wasn’t difficult for me, because my mum sews so I
learnt one or two things while growing up. But I went fully into it during the
last ASUU strike. It is not really a big deal to me.
FACET: What is your advice to the youths of today, most
especially the undergraduates?
IDRIS: Errrrhhm..I think my advice will be for you to know
what you want, do everything you can to achieve your goals.
FACET: Ohhhh...I think that would be all, thank you so very
much for being an audience. What can you tell our readers about THEFACET blog.
IDRIS:*Laughs* What can I say..hmmmmm…ok… for the best
intercampus entertainment, entreprenueral gists and the best articles, make
sure you visit THEFACET blog.
FACET: Looooooooooooooooool…thank you so much Idris, we love you and to our readers, we love you too!!! Join us here next time, but till then, ANTICIPATE! BLESS*
Quick Campus Gist from FUT, MINNA.
Campus Gist
--The VC of futminna has sworn to expel any student that is caught without his/her ID card hung around their neck
Also campus series "Strike and Dash" is still on get latest episodes on 47vibes.com
Entertainment Gist
Pub county Entertainment Abuja presents Jalabia FIESTA first ever jalabia Costume party...coming up on d 19th of dis month
Mean Barbiez Crib Entertainment presents WET'N'WILD CRAZY BUM SHORT PARTY
FDWilliamsClothings have got d latest Updates for you follow on iG @FDWilliamsClothings + 20% discount for anything you shop.
Also Awards are coming up....
Oviation Awards(for 300level students)
Harmony Awards(for engineering students)....
Klein Abdulmalik.
--The VC of futminna has sworn to expel any student that is caught without his/her ID card hung around their neck
Also campus series "Strike and Dash" is still on get latest episodes on 47vibes.com
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Pub county Entertainment Abuja presents Jalabia FIESTA first ever jalabia Costume party...coming up on d 19th of dis month
Mean Barbiez Crib Entertainment presents WET'N'WILD CRAZY BUM SHORT PARTY
FDWilliamsClothings have got d latest Updates for you follow on iG @FDWilliamsClothings + 20% discount for anything you shop.
Also Awards are coming up....
Oviation Awards(for 300level students)
Harmony Awards(for engineering students)....
Klein Abdulmalik.
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