First day at BUK.
It's being a long road trip but I'm here finally.
Bayero University Kano (BUK) is a university situated in Kano, Kano state, Nigeria.It was founded in 1977, when it was renamed from Bayero University College and upgraded from university college to university.
It was an early Wednesday morning. Breeze blows gently and lightly soft freeze.Cold soared like a kite.
Snow dropped by like a rain.
Birds sang so sweet like a melody.
Breezes passed by like a cloudy.
I moved straight to my faculty. Faculty of communication, mass communication department, deans office. Where my screening held at. It was a nice building, well architected. Fortunately; I was the the first person to be there, no one to attend to me. I had to wait for a couple of minutes before it stipulated time.
It was a flashy car derived close to me, a good looking man dropped, middle aged, and walked close to me. I greeted him very humbled in a polite way, with so much respect( thanks to God. I've reserved a foreign respect right from home during Yuletide season. No respect, no gift. they said). Are you for screening? He asked. Yes sir.
Wait for me at the last window, second to the last pillar. He added. Ok sir. I replied.
After he settled for about five minutes, he called me and asked for my credentials. I have no idea what he need in particular. Original copies or photocopy. I don't know. I had to ask for a clarification. Sir do you need the photocopy or the originals? I asked. We need both for a better clarification. He said. I don't have a photocopy of any, and i had to go and make a copy.
From the Faculty of communication to school business center was a very far, pretty far, and no bike around. I had to walk for miles all alone. On my way going, I saw a written words that drawn my attention " if you think first class honors is easy come to BUK". Somehow scary. But not scared. I'm strong enough. I believed in my self.
It was a lady I mate along the road side, she dressed to kill, flaunt her nudity as if she was serving a leap-tea to her husband. I heard that bad dressing can leads to the termination of admission in BUK. I was able to have some words with her in a private. I couldn't admonish for a decent dress, but i will when we meet again. I learnt that; she was from Abuja, she has a nice name, and Bauchi state was her home, Bakin Kura. Bakin Kura was the same place where my dad grew up when he moved from Jos to Bauchi, 1958-1967. B/Kura was a decent place to live, ours was a respect and dignity. I don't know why others stubbornly reluctant to accept simple ways, values and norms.
Some people most especially the ladies believed that they only look good when they dressed to kill. And only feel impressed with the compliment " you're looking sexy", that's not a compliment rather an insult. Sorry, you're wrong. In a real sense it's not done that way. We don't dress to kill rather we dress to impress. Dress the way you want to be addressed. Dressing to kill only leads to something else, and at times temptations are irresistible. People are buying tickets for their raping. I don't want the same thing happening in South Africa to happen in Nigeria.
Rape and sexual assault remains a large problem for South Africa. According to Africa Check, more than 109 rapes were reported each day on average during 2016/17 - totalling 39,828 incidents. This will not happen in Nigeria. Insha Allah. God's willing. Eventually, Nigeria will record zero case of rape and sexual assault. God's willing.
After making the photocopy, I came back to department so tired( I'm not that lazy type you know). I submitted the copies to the man on duty. "Har ka dawo", you back? That's what he said. After a thorough check, he then asked again. Are you from Jos? Yes sir.
Which side in Jos? I Directed my house to him.
Who's your father? He asked.
A phone call interrupted the discussion. Sometimes phone call can irritate even without knowing the caller and the content of the call. I got flipped over my phone for the sudden ring. I try to reject the call but he permitted me to pick up the call. Fewer seconds, I ended the call.
Responding to his question.
Alhaji Danmande is my father, I said.
Do you know me? He asked. No sir, But the face look familiar.
I know your father and your house. He said. I'm popular, I said.
We both smiled. Thanks to God. That's how I finished my screening in a very short time.
Please hang around for some minutes before your Original Admission and registration number get ready.
While waiting for my original admission and registration number. For off a face visage walk slowly little drawn was largeness think in paradise sawn.
I vowed nothing greatness will my attention drawn. Focus.
I collected my original admission with the registration number and filled out undertaking form. That's how I finished my screening for only few hours before others that started processing for over five days earlier.
All is well that ends well.
God I'm grateful.
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