MY LIFE IN OZORO POLYTECHNIC

Note: this story is 99.9% fiction, the named school is not used for bad motive rather I choose to use it because am proud to be a graduate from this very institute, hence no part of this story should be used as reference in respect to the school.

Introduction

Show me a State filled with strong and heavy hearted citizen and I will show you Delta State “The Big Heart”, show me a town of discipline and free minded people and I will show you Ozoro, tell me about a school with overcrowded student situated in a small lecture hall and I will bring forward to you Ozoro Polytechnic. This is a school in my time that helped lots of secondary school graduate who find it difficult to be admitted into one of the several higher institutions in the country, Nigeria. I never taught of studying in a polytechnic since they don’t have most of the high professional courses such as law, medicine and surgery, pharmacology etc. Should I say condition or destiny? Well, I found myself in this school and hopefully believed to scale through with flying colors.

Will I be able to achieve this goal….?

EPISODE 1

My name is Eliboy. I’m from a polygamous home and the last child of 18children. My siblings have the raw cash (money) to sponsor my education up to the level of schooling abroad but like the saying ‘every mallam with his own kettle’ they don’t care, the only option is for me to hustle and take full responsibility of my education. After my secondary education, I had to struggle hard by hustling like every ambitious youth who have goals to achieve. I spent three good years at home working as a class room teacher, party planner, master of ceremonies MC, designer, and sometimes driver to some aged individuals. With all these jobs, I was able to make good money that will see me through my school if not to the end but at least 2yrs.

A devil in the appearance of an angel I believe is exactly what I am when it comes to womanizing, It’s the only bad thing about me actually, this makes most of my friends who knows the real me calls me commissioner of womens’ affair, others shawama Lord but I prefer the name my one and only best friend Jerry calls me, the reason is that he always whine his waist like Shakira while calling the name. I guess you want to know the name, its ALELE KPEKUS.

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It was a Monday morning, the temperature outside was 45 degrees, so I turned 45 degrees facing the wall as I laid like an helpless chick on my bed. Being soaked alone in cold, I wasn’t able to sleep, so I had to listen to some cool music. I was listening to my favorite music sang by flavour titled “catch cold” when a message beeped my phone. It was an email from sender NDU (Niger Delta University) I opened the message to read and its content was;

“AYIS ELIBOY you have been offered provisional admission into NDU to pursue a degree programme in the department of zoology, you are expected to start the screening process as soon as possible.

No-reply@NDU.wiberforceisland.com

I sighed in anger going through the message again and again, I’ve always dreamt of being a medical doctor saving lives and helping humans and not attending to animals and studying their embryological features. Thinking took over me as my cerebrum expanded. I never knew when tears started rolling off my eyes and I said, another wasted year! Two years back I was given admission to study medicine and surgery in this same school but it was swept off by a whirled wind from nowhere. I had to decline due to my father’s death.

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The next day, I searched for my jamb form to see if the second choice institute I filled would be a better alternative, I found it finally and Delta State Polytechnic Ozoro was my 2nd choice institute with the course Science Laboratory Technology (SLT). It’s somehow related to medicine and surgery although not as I thought because it is restricted to the laboratory only, more also not only medical lab but all variety of labs.

I quickly reached out for my phone to surf the net to see if the second choice institute form was still on sales and behold it was, I dashed off to a café in my vicinity to purchase the form and was told to visit the school for further processes.

To be continued….

EPISODE 2

It’s Two days to the entrance examination but I was transmogrified into something unusual, didn’t bother to study which was unlike me when it comes to exam. It was just as if am fully prepared because it wasn’t up to a month I sat for the NDU exam.

I called my best friend Jerry to inform him of my coming. He was in ND1 studying computer science in the school (DSPZ).

JERRY: Eliboy my guy A.K.A alele kpekus wazzup with you na (talking with warri accent)

ME: Brotherly I’m firm oo, I just want to let you know am sitting for ozoro poly entrance exam.

JERRY: you are a fuckup guy; you would have informed me earlier on.

ME: it’s not too late bro; I’ll be coming tomorrow to pass the night in your place

JERRY: Better, don’t worry I’ll arrange first class shawama for you. Some ripe ones are even in my hostel

ME: Abeg nor start (pidgin)

JERRY: stop pretending, I know you need one

ME: thanks, I’ve heard you.

I smiled as I hanged up, and said to myself ‘Jerrry is a baaaad guy, am not yet a student and he already has bad plan for me. A decisive taught came into my mind that it would be better if I go along with me 2 packs of condom since I don’t know Jerry’s main motive because I heard that the girls in higher institution are all bad girls. Most of them have different sexual transmitted infections which they are willing to share. I don’t want to be infected, this thought in my mind left me with no option than to go fully prepared with amour and protection (anti-biotic drugs and condoms)…

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Without any further delay, I reached for a small suitable travelling bag that will contain some clothes which will take me up to 3days in the strange town where I will be passing the night for the first time including the requirements for the examination.

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I woke up exactly 6:00am the following morning, said my prayers regarding to the trip and the examination and also seek for God’s protection throughout my stay there, thereafter, I did some exercise before entering the bathroom to freshen up.

It was exactly 7:25am when I finally finished and walk to my mum to inform her about my journey.

ME: Baby, I’m travelling to Ozoro (baby is what I often called my mum)

MUM: Son, did I hear you say travelling?

ME: yes ma, I’m going there to write their entrance exam

MUM: And you didn’t let me know on time?

ME: Sorry ma, but it’s something I can take care of

MUM: If you say so, I wish you success my son, you will pass and put our enemies to shame

ME: AMEN!

She dipped her right hand into her hand-bag and brought out some cash which I believe was too much. I never wanted her to give me some money but her prayers. The total figure after counting the money is ten thousand Naira, I was so grateful and happy because I had enough cash for my trip and also to catch fun with.

I boarded a keke napep which took me to Uduaghan’s transport service at Deco junction, Warri. On my arrival, I bought a ticket for the destination I was heading and in less than 5minutes a young man started shouted at the top of his voice using a microphone;

“Ozoro with C ticket, Ozoro with C ticket, C1 to 15, your vehicle is ready. The first bus by your left hand side”

I checked my ticket carefully and saw C2 on top of it which signified the 2nd passenger to book for that vehicle. I went close to the bus so I can sit at the front and a smart looking girl joined me in the front making us three including the bus driver. Off we went after everyone has successfully secure their seats, as the vehicle sped pass a gallop, my phone fell from my hands and onto the smart soft looking girl’s lap which I boldly retrieve without minding the region the phone was close to. I later said;

ME: Am sorry pretty

GIRL: No problem, hope its working fine?

ME: yes, did the phone hurt you, I m-e-a-n are you hurt? (Stammering)

GIRL: Not really

ME: I’m Eli by name

GIRL: Rukevwe but people call me Rukky, you can call me ruk for short

She wasn’t angry at all as we started getting acquainted and finally exchanged contacts. She was smiling all through our conversation with her eye lashes blinking like that of a doll. What I liked about her was the way she bit her lips seductively…

To be continued


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