LIGHTS OFF

       We may not have the hustle and bustle of the daughter campus. Her largeness in size and population including the craze in terms of attention. But we remain the beautiful small hub of creativity, with comfortable rooms and a serene environment for learning. The communal environment is one of a kind, as we enjoy the  beauty of knowing each other( at least from afar). Undoubtedly, we are the mother campus that gave birth to a child, and we are not jealous of the fact that our daughter is growing, we just continue to maintain our style, excellence and heart.

       However, Lightning struck and it affected one of the constituents of our comfort. Normally we can boast of about 18-20 hours access to electricity, which is a buzz to interesting life. But during the outpouring from heaven's heart, the hostel suddenly became dark; little did we know that this was a beginning of another experience. Now we have to learn to live in one of the harsh realities experienced in other areas.

      The first night was an experience, as like the bible times electricity passed over the doors of the hostels as it saw the signs and everywhere had light apart from Mandela and Margaret.We were at the mercy of the school generator till about 2 am , and then mosquitoes began to sing songs of praise as the heat made the body succulent enough. Normally, the fan would have helped us in times , like this but the absence of light, meant the presence of darkness. 

       Ha!the hostel light is bad, the classes are the only options for charging phones and systems. We now have to limit the bed fun times,food matters are on the table unattended to...e no easy oh. We are so used to light like Ajebo ehn, that this is looking like ...Although the school tried today to put on the generator for us in the afternoon to bring us little succor, nothing for us beats the excitement of resting in your room, the bulbs on and the fan blowing us to sleep.

      Maintenance oh! help!...I saw them carrying ladder, hope its for the better oh. Especially with the way assignments are flooding us in this final year. maybe,this is a ploy to take us to the classes to read? but where we have to choose between the fangs of the mosquitoes and the slippery bodies, none of the options is good oh.... We continue the wait!