Mobola Writes

Hi! I am Mobola, your favourite valentine delivery girl. The journey to my destination was not for the weak at all. Thank God for God! I was originally a purple house member but I stayed more in pink house, making me the perfect person to deliver the package since my receiver, abi what do you people call them, is in my original hostel. Hence, I can easily disguise as someone going to rest or arrange my corner. Corner in a boarding school is the bedspace apportioned to each student. So yeah, I began my journey. The journey from pink house to purple house is two minutes walking distance as the hostel were beside each other. However, I spent what seemed like an eternity before gaining entrance. I recited all the prayers my mum taught me since childhood and even topped it with my general overseer's prayer point. The sender already put a stern note of warning "don't mention my name if you're caught." Which kain thing be dis na! Is it me that have lover ni! Why are you ...

After days of strategic planning and decision making, we finally got to a conclusion. Trust students na. We would always devise a means no matter how tough the situation is. On Valentine's eve, the hostels were bubbling. Every pen that has been forgotten in the basket of love were revived. The oyinbo was not from this world. The services of people like me, who had beautiful writings was employed to craft out love messages. I wrote letters, no be small.  Wahala for who no get fine writing sha! I would have shown you one of my letters but sadly I don burn them. Old things have passed away. Lol . A typical love letter in my school starts with oriki: Dear Ajoke mi, how are you? I hope you are fine. If so doxology! (Whispers) I still don't know the meaning of the word till date. Wo, mio le waku! Honestly, I wish I had a business mind back then. I would have become a billionaire through writing love letters. Back to my delivery adventure... That year's valentine fell on a Friday...

Hi! I am Mobola, your favourite valentine delivery girl and I am here to tell my success story as a deliverer . Valentine's day celebration was always hitch free until this particular year. The principal had banned all forms of celebration and gift sharing because people were abusing the privilege and anyone caught, would be made to face the disciplinary committee; in worst cases, the defaulter will earn a two weeks suspension.  The interesting thing is one wouldn't even know who and who were appointed to write names. You know boarding school and junior CIDs whose delight is writing names of defaulter and submitting to the authority.  I hope these set of people are currently working with the Nigeria Police Force. Lol This announcement was made on the assembly ground four days before Valentine.  Four days o, ojo merin! Ah! Gbese re! When people had already ordered goods from Dubia. The news came as a shock to mostly senior students. The school was as silent as a graveyard ...

It's barely three weeks to valentine and the memories from my secondary school days hit me hard. Valentine in I.A.G.C is usually special both for the young and old. However, it is a day to shout " God when " for some of us that has no lover, school mother and other school shenanigans. Second term is always a special term to look forward to. Not because of anything spectacular but because of Valentine's day. Right from the beginning of the term, you'd get to hear people chant the popular anthem crafted solely for valentine. It goes thus: Call: Who will be my val? Res: Valentine Call: Will you be my val? Res: Valentine Call: Come and be my val Res: Valentine Well, some are always lucky to pair up with their val but for people like me, we always end up as "messenger of love" on the D-Day. Needless to say, we are always the bringer of good news; the one and only delivery ladies with the basket of love. Ah! I've been doing deliveries, e don tey . Wait fir...

Unlike other subjects, Mathematics class is not always fun for me. The tension that comes with seeing the teacher alone is enough to kill every form of morale coupled with the fact that there's always a correction rode. What the Yoruba knows as egba . The sight of egba is the beginning of fear... Mathematics and English is scheduled for everyday in my school so no day is spared from this extreme torture. Imagine having to cease living for forty-five minutes in a day.  This brings me to narrate what a typical mathematics class looks like in Anglican Girls' College. Truth be told, I had the best Mathematics and English teachers. I need to give kudos to the school management for that. Boda Tunde, as we popularly call our Junior class mathematics teacher, is a man of average height with an audible voice (even the deaf can hear him when he speaks). His face alone is enough to scare all the demons in all individual. To cap it all, he knows the name of all his students. Wahala! As suc...