Archive for 06/18/17

Words fail to describe the warm cozy setting that surrounded the beautiful wedding of Olamiji Oke, now Mrs Gbadebo, a second year philosophy student on the 3^rd of June, 2017. Even Mother Nature was in complete resonance with the wedding, gracing our path with tears from the sky. What more could you ask for?

The wedding, which took place at Nikoms event centre, was an exquisite blend of the traditional and modern, the old generation and the future generation. From the very beginning, our bride sported a natural glow of joy that even makeup could not hide. She danced so hard because...well, It’s her day.

Walking into the reception hall, we were lulled in by the ambience and soft romantic music...you know the kind that makes you want to fall in love real quick. And don’t get me started on the seating arrangements. It is one of the reasons why I love Yoruba weddings. No matter where you sit, food must still get to you. From the rice to small chops, salad, asun, ofada rice, salad, amala...You name it, they have it. The caterers were efficient in delivering their duties so I didn’t stay hungry for long. There was so much love everywhere that it was hard not to get caught up in its embrace.

Moving on to the bride’s grand entrance, this was where philosophy students turned up en masse for their own. Even the Scholars and Mummy Yo’s of the class danced and rejoiced like it was no man’s land. My dear, no dulling was permitted. The bride didn’t let them beat her at her turf too as she got down and gave it to them like it should be

You know how it is right? When you don’t know how to dance but you’re so overcome with joy that any move is acceptable? That’s how it was that day.

However, I require permission to acknowledge the one person that stood by the bride all through the program, supporting and helping like she was his younger sister. Scholar Koffi, a man of little words but bountiful blessings; May God bless the fruits of your works, you selfless being.

Speaking on the wedding, Philosophy students from different levels expressed their joy for the bride and wished her a blissful married life.

From the happy Bride:

my wedding day was a glorious day, beyond my expectations. God favored me, it was a dream come true. I have always wanted my wedding to be like that, the turn up of the student of the University of Lagos and philosophy students especially, made me feel loved and accepted. They stood by me, some even came to assist days before the event and it all just made me feel fulfilled.

All I can say is all thanks and glory to the almighty God. I also want to thank Koffi, Omolara, and big Oluchi. God really used them for me, may God bless them and bless the class of '19 and the whole philosophy department at large. God bless


the bride on the dance floor

It was in Ancient African philosophy class , the classroom was as silent as a grave yard, the whispering of the airconditional ,whistled gently, I was sitting at the right corner of the segmented class.

BTW, the guy sitting beside me was dead gone, his swollen eyes explained how deep he was in the abyss of his dreams. And the girl at my right was probably hypnotize,she just glued her eyes to MR Azenabor, i was sure she wasn't in class are senses were numb.

Meanwhile I was bored and a little scan will do no harm, “I said in my mind”. So I tilted my neck to the left side of the class and my eyes travelled, and caught the miss independent of the class, well that’s what I call her.

She is beautiful by default, her makeup always mild, though she carves are brows like a professional, making her spherical face looks flawless,

her crystal clear eyes looks like a microscope, her gold-brownish skin color complements are mild pink lips, which she rarely paints, her portable lips pout naturally making her lips looks juicy.

Her dress sense is that of a wealthy person, though I don’t know much but her accessories looks exquisite , I also love the half ring she always wears in her finger. Her beauty was from the Aphrodite.

Though she almost had an height deficiency, I could almost measure her with my ruler. Beyond that her body looks like it was in a competition with the hour glass, her gentle boobs sat firmly on her top, and her sitting instrument curves better than a smile.

But above all, are miss independent way of expressing herself and the charisma that ooze out of her attracted me me most.

I have incessantly postponed talking to her, I remember the other day I wanted to talk to her, I saw her living the class room and I dashed out of the class breaking through hurricane of students to get to her, but as soon as I got close to her it felt like I had an earthquake in my heart, it banged so hard, I was gonna have a cardiac arrest. My confidence level switched of, and my eyes went wobbly,

she just breezed pass me and moved swiftly in the midst of the sands of students. I was there stranded like the whole world just deserted me.

TO BE CONTINUED.