Posts Tagged ‘Ebonyi State University’

In December 2013 I did something called #31Days31Writers, and the whole idea was for people to tell one thing they were grateful for, one thing they’d learned, and one thing they would change if they could relive 2013 all over again.

The responses were as diverse as they were gorgeous! I loved reading every one of them, editing, and then experiencing the emotions that run through each piece. Awesome time!

I did a mid-year edition in July last year, and have wished I had time to run another edition since then! Now I’m ready! Whoop!

Who can join in? Anyone! Be sure to read up a number of the entries from 2013 before you send in yours, so you have a proper idea of what it should read like.

What do I need you to write about? 600 words (I’ll accept a little above or below – not greater than 100 words each way) stating

  1. Name, nationality/nationalities, place of residence (not address, just area), what you do.
  2. One thing you’re grateful for
  3. One thing you’ve learned this year
  4. One thing you would undo if you could (don’t want to tag them as regrets).
  5. Then send in a photo of yourself! Last year a friend sent in a photo of his feet, lol. We’d much prefer your face thank you!

That’s it! There are 31 days in December, and I have 15 slots to give away; I always select 15 people I feel I want everyone to hear from (taking nationality, location, profession et al into cognisance, and then there’s the one slot I keep for myself. Here’s what I wrote about in 2013.

As always, it’s a first come, first serve basis, I’ve never said no to an article whether I know the person or not, long as you get yours in before the slots are all taken up. Interested? Send your entry to

So excited! Can’t wait to start reading all of them! Whoop!

The post below was first published on the Future Challenges site on the 9th of October and was my first piece after joining the fold.

In my first year as a Mass Communication student at Ebonyi State University, I was terrorized by a course mate who started with wanting me to write up his essay for him. When I refused, he said if we were married I wouldn’t have refused him and so he was going to marry me. For the next six months this guy, a cultist, made my life a living hell. He stalked, mocked, threatened my friends and I, even bought matching rings and sent one of them to me. Long, horrible story. One day he yelled at me and then pushed me against a row of shelves in a book store opposite my campus, I fell (one of the most undignified moments of my life because I had a skirt  on).

Anyone who’s been through a Nigerian University in the last 15 – 20 years understands this experience. Some ladies got worse than I did, some were raped, beaten, even bathed in acid for refusing the advances of a cultist. Mostly, their assailants went free. Campus cultists are empowered by weapons and the occult. They decide who joins them, recruit whom they choose and wielding frightful weapons, wreak havoc on campus. Unforgiving, they would hunt offenders to the ends of the earth. Like Chima, who renounced cultism and left Abia State University for Enugu State University of Science and Technology, and then to my university.  They traced, found, and killed him in our final year.

And lecturers. The ones among them who had no idea what they were to teach, the ones who specialized in taking out their frustrations on the class, and then the ones who would pass or fail students based on financial or sexual gratification. Like the one who gave me an ‘E’ and, when I complained, remarked: ‘so I finally have your attention‘. My memories from that school would give you literature for days.

Then there are the armed robbers, devils whose sole mission is to dispossess others of their belongings. Without beating hearts, they plunder, rape, and leave tears, misery, and death in their wake.

One common theme in all these scenarios is that there is no justice for the victims. The victims do not speak up because they are afraid, ashamed, or simply because they know their complaints will be in vain. In vain because the perpetrators are never caught, and when they are, their wealthy parents get them off the hook faster than their hurt heals. Bottom line, there is no faith in the judicial system.

English: Map showing location of Rivers state ...

English: Map showing location of Rivers state in Nigeria (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

On the four undergraduates at the University of Port Harcourt, ‘allegedly’ caught in the act of armed robbery, in Aluu, a small town in Rivers State, who were stripped naked then lynched by a mob that included women and what appeared to be teenagers, one may ask: who are the victims? The dead undergraduates, the mob or a society that is becoming increasingly inured to the bestial circumstances of daily life in Nigeria amidst the harrowing experiences of roof-high floods caused by a failure to build dams, Boko Haram attacks against students whose only crime is to seek ‘Western‘ education, policemen shooting a newly-wed groom and smiling young men, unapologetic sons of ‘big men‘  accused of engaging in  petroleum subsidy fraud. Who are the victims?

Have we become this debased, this morally bankrupt though? Have we sacrificed our humanity on the altar of  instant gratification and impunity? The Aluu lynching is so scary because people stood there recording the scene. They didn’t think to call the Police (would they have come?), or stage an intervention on behalf of the young men (and perhaps get killed along with the young men?). Someone uploaded a 3-minute video of the gruesome scene and for a few days that will be the news from Nigeria. How could anyone stand there and film the brutal murder of other human beings? Not even animals commit such random acts of senseless killing (yes, the hyperbole is deliberate).

You might say that if I’ve ever had a gun to my head, been the victim of a robbery, watched a friend or family member raped or killed by robbers I would be among that mob. I disagree. I am not an sub-human. We, Nigerians, are not sub-humans.

Two wrongs will never make a right. Those young men might have been armed robbers, but the mob that beat them are guilty of cold-blooded, vicious murder. End of discussion. Our justice system needs to be overhauled, and vigilante groups disbanded. The people’s trust in the laws of the land being enough for them needs to be brought back. Starting from the killers of these boys. Somehow, though, I wonder.