My First First Day in Class On Monday 15th December, 2014, I walked briskly past ‘Gossip Centre’ and climbed the stairs to the second floor of the popular “New Building” of College of Business and Management Studies, Kaduna Polytechnic, the largest polytechnic in Africa. I quickly scanned through the doorposts of the classes and my eye caught ND IA, took a deep breath, opened the door with care bordering on fear – and behold all I could see are multiples of eyes looking at me from all angles. I quickly scanned through the class looking for a convenient seat, and thank God, behold an empty seat in the last row of the class. As I was walking towards the seat, I heard a resonating baritone voice yelling at me “kai….kaje ka kule kofar” (i.e. hey….go and close the door). Oh! I didn’t close the door properly. I turned round to see who was speaking, I saw one of these real rough, tough guy who looked like a serial bully. I simply complied with his order, I went and locked the door, and started going back to my seat with “all eyes on me”. Those seconds of walking to the seat were the longest 10 seconds of my life. I went to the seat and sat down, trying to compose myself when one half dark or maybe half fair brunette walked up to me and said “are you from Rukayya…….”. “What?” I replied; and she continued “….shey you are Rukayya’s brother, she told me her brother is coming”. I sighed and told her I have no idea of what she was talking about. As if that was not enough, the honorable assistant class captain came to me and the following conversation ensued: She: Are you a new student? Me: Yes. I was offered admission last week. She: How are you going to cope? Hope you know exams is only a month away? Me: By God’s grace. She: I pity you sha, it’s not going to me easy (…..what, did I just hear her say pity). Me: Thanks. She: Anyways my name is ABC but you can call me XYZ (at this point I wasn’t listening to her) Me: I’m Tony. Everybody in the class were looking at me as if I was trying to convince them that G is for Jesus. The girl in front of my seat just turned around and told me “We have 2 tests today……Business Maths and Technical English”. At this point, I was beginning to sweat in the cold morning. I’m just resuming today and they are talking about test. Before I could say Jack Robinson, a young damsel in her mid twenties just walked in, and everybody was like “good morning Ma”. She replied “hope you are all ready for the test?”, I nearly shouted “No”, but my timid voice would be drowned by the overwhelming “Yes” echoing from the four corners of the class. In my mind I said “so na this fine girl wan come spoil my day with maths test this morning”. Mathematics has not been one of my favorite subjects. The door opened, and a serious-faced guy with dreadlocks (original dada) walked straight in and sat on the same seat with me; he turned and said to me “if you no know wetin you go write, just copy my own”. Very generous of him, I wanted to thank him for his concern, when he added “you are lucky, other people at looking for the opportunity to seat with me”. What!!! Me…..lucky….for seating with him, I just locked up, and moreover I wasn’t planning on copying from anybody before. So the test came and gone, I went out for break, came out to refresh myself, when I went back for the second lecture, I was accounting, one of my favourite, at least I don’t have to worry much. After the lecturers, it was announced that English won’t be coming for his test today, so I heaved a sigh of relief and left the class. And so fellas, that was how my first day in tertiary institution class went. For all those who looked down on me in the class, they have not seen the real me; I am coming to take down their balcony.
Posted on: Mon, 15 Dec 2014 18:00:03 +0000
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