It was two weeks to the SUG elections, banners and walking advertisements- students with tags stringing down their necks littered every crevice in the school environment. I was especially excited for the free airtime we received from vying electoral candidates. We sat patiently in class while aspirants mobbed our classrooms to buy our favours, and if possible, our votes.
“Greatest Nigerian students!!!”
“Great!!!” We replied.
“The greatest gbo gbo!” He exclaimed, even more enthusiastically than the first time, sliding his tongue over his lower lip.
“Gbo gbo.” We thundered in reply.
Then he went on to tell us what “his potentials” were...and as usual with politicians, ‘reminding' us of how his administration would be better, not forgetting to cite bad references to the incumbent government. As he spoke, his supporters thundered “Samuel is the man.” His charisma was charming, everyone talked about him even after he had left. They talked about how very perfect he was in blending his social and academic life, and a host of other eligible presidential qualities. Samuel was his name. I caught that partly from his introduction and mostly from the racket his supporters made, but I could remember it mostly because my female course mates made sure of that, through their annoying whisperings and busy bodies.
It was two weeks to the SUG elections, banners and walking advertisements- students with tags stringing down their necks littered every crevice in the school environment. I was especially excited for the free airtime we received from vying electoral candidates. We sat patiently in class while aspirants mobbed our classrooms to buy our favours, and if possible, our votes.
“Greatest Nigerian students!!!”
“Great!!!” We replied.
“The It was two weeks to the SUG elections, banners and walking advertisements- students with tags stringing down their necks littered every crevice in the school environment. I was especially excited for the free airtime we received from vying electoral candidates. We sat patiently in class while aspirants mobbed our classrooms to buy our favours, and if possible, our votes.
“Greatest Nigerian students!!!”
“Great!!!” We replied.
“The greatest gbo gbo!” He exclaimed, even more enthusiastically than the first time, sliding his tongue over his lower lip.
“Gbo gbo.” We thundered in reply.
Then he went on to tell us what “his potentials” were...and as usual with politicians, ‘reminding' us of how his administration would be better, not forgetting to cite bad references to the incumbent government. As he spoke, his supporters thundered “Samuel is the man.” His charisma was charming, everyone talked about him even after he had left. They talked about how very perfect he was in blending his social and academic life, and a host of other eligible presidential qualities. Samuel was his name. I caught that partly from his introduction and mostly from the racket his supporters made, but I could remember it mostly because my female course mates made sure of that, through their annoying whisperings and busy bodies.
It was two weeks to the SUG elections, banners and walking advertisements- students with tags stringing down their necks littered every crevice in the school environment. I was especially excited for the free airtime we received from vying electoral candidates. We sat patiently in class while aspirants mobbed our classrooms to buy our favours, and if possible, our votes.
“Greatest Nigerian students!!!”
“Great!!!” We replied.
“The greatest gbo gbo!” He exclaimed, even more enthusiastically than the first time, sliding his tongue over his lower lip.
“Gbo gbo.” We thundered in reply.
Then he went on to tell us what “his potentials” were...and as usual with politicians, ‘reminding' us of how his administration would be better, not forgetting to cite bad references to the incumbent government. As he spoke, his supporters thundered “Samuel is the man.” His charisma was charming, everyone talked about him even after he had left. They talked about how very perfect he was in blending his social and academic life, and a host of other eligible presidential qualities. Samuel was his name. I caught that partly from his introduction and mostly from the racket his supporters made, but I could remember it mostly because my female course mates made sure of that, through their annoying whisperings and busy bodies.
gbo gbo!” He exclaimed, even more enthusiastically than the first time, sliding his tongue over his lower lip.
“Gbo gbo.” We thundered in reply.
Then he went on to tell us what “his potentials” were...and as usual with politicians, ‘reminding' us of how his administration would be better, not forgetting to cite bad references to the incumbent government. As he spoke, his supporters thundered “Samuel is the man.” His charisma was charming, everyone talked about him even after he had left. They talked about how very perfect he was in blending his social and academic life, and a host of other eligible presidential qualities. Samuel was his name. I caught that partly from his introduction and mostly from the racket his supporters made, but I could remember it mostly because my female course mates made sure of that, through their annoying whisperings and busy bodies.
