Sunday 2 November 2014

EKEHUAN PEOPLES AND CULTURE


THINKING OF EKEHUAN CAMPUS???
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By: Asekhamhe Vinson Osikpemhi...
In the heartbeat of the ancient city of Benin, the capital of the heartbeat of Nigeria, lies a beautiful world of its own, a serene and perfect academic cum social environment – The Ekehuan road campus of the University of Benin popularly referred to as E.K. City.
Lest I forget, the University of Benin has two campuses, Ugbowo and Ekehuan; with the former being the main campus. However, there is more to Ekehuan than being just a “small” campus with four departments. It is agreeable that the right combination of people could yield a positive result even though the population is low. Such is the case here. A combination of Theatre Artists, Mass Communicators, Fine Artists and Education students will certainly yield the best of Academic cum Social Life. So academically, socially and even religiously, E.K. City stands out.
As expected, different kinds of people make up the over 1000 students in this campus. Over time, I have been carefully studying the various kinds of people and their lifestyle on campus. Ranging from the “Jackophites” to the “Spirikokos.”
The first group of people I’ll examine are the Jackophites. Ordinarily, one would expect a student to always study but in Ekehuan Campus, and perhaps in most Universities, studying seems to be left for some special people, who take reading as their profession on campus. These set of people are always seen with their books from Sunday to Saturday, with little or no time to relax.
I had once come across a boy talking to himself on his ways to the bathroom, perhaps trying to remember what he memorised and just then he past the bathroom and was going towards the back gate holding a soap-can with a towel hung around his neck. That’s how far these Jackophites can go. Night class seems to be their second room. In fact many spend more hours of the day in class than in their room. Fair enough but however, what bothers me is the fact that many go to class with over five big textbooks as if going to open a library in class. Long stockings cover their hairy legs not really because of the usually cold night, but against the attack of giant “Ninja Mosquitoes” who are a major component of E.K. City and after hours of fighting with one page of their the textbook, hopelessly they spread their wrappers, turn their books into pillows and sleep like every other “unserious student” in the hostel. As early as 6:00am they are up, packing their books again to their hostels amidst chants of “Jackophites” even though they battled with just one page of their book.
Another category of people in E.K. City are the religious people popularly referred to as “Spirikokos”. One amazing characteristic of students in Ekehuan Campus is that 97% of the total population belong to one fellowship or the other even though a very good number attend just once a semester probably when there is an occasion that involves refreshment.
In spite of this, there is a very important group of people that attend fellowship more than they attend lectures and spend a lengthy part of their night in the supposed volleyball court which has been changed by these people to a prayer ground. Others pray round the campus, speaking in tongues. Most of them extend this religious nature to their rooms and classes, turning the room to a church even when other roommates are asleep as well as “yawning in tongues”. Imagine somebody wakes up and yawns speaking in tongue. Lol... some highly fanatical ones tend to describe anything that is not church-inclined as sinful or as my friend would say, “Canal” leaving their roommates as victims. So when coming to E.K. City, wish not to have a spirikoko as a roommate.
As a campus filled with sculptural works, courtesy of fine artists, it is no surprise that the sculptural works play hosts to lovers at night. This brings us to the next group of people called the “Corror Masters”. To every E.K. City student, “Corror” is a term used to describe a quiet place for lovers. The constant patronisers of these ”corrors” are referred to as “Corror Masters”. these people range from couples to friends with benefit or even the popular cliché- “Just Friends” who take romantic strolls to the Education Department, Library and Library Annex premises, Petroleum Engineering building and the back of numerous Sculptural works especially the famous “Mama Ekehuan Sculpture”. What they do remain unknown to us though, who knows? It could just be tutorials. Lol...
As in every community, there is usually a group of people called the Busy Bodies” which I would like to classify alongside “Party Freaks”. These people mainly ladies are always at the forefront of every party on campus with their bum-shots and armless tops. You will certainly see these people at blasts, birthday parties within and outside the campus, at every sound of music, or just strolling with any willing friend.
One very important group of people you must take note of are the “Caucus”- what a friend of mine would refer to as the “Ekehuan Stakeholders”. This group consist of mainly final year politicians and a few politicians from other levels. All they sincerely demand is loyalty since they can boast of political power to determine who gets a political position. They are usually very busy during election periods, meeting with various aspirants especially from Ugbowo campus seeking the support and votes from their “newly found sister Campus”. You see, during elections, Ekehuan and Ugbowo are one, after that they are whatever you think they are.
These stakeholders usually have nicknames which must be called at the introduction of any political meeting. You hear names like the Tony Annenih of Ekehuan Campus, Honourable this and Comrade that, etc.
For a fresher coming to Ekehuan Campus with a political ambition, you just might have to be familiar with the “Ekehuan Stakeholders”.
Personally I don’t like too much seriousness in whatever I do; I would rather prefer a friendly and jovial approach to issues. This explains why I must talk about this wonderful humorous group of people called “Bobo Masters”. Confused? Never mind, its one those E.K. City terms. “Bobo” often referred to as “washing” simply means exaggerating the truth or rather Over-exaggerating” a fact. Not everyone is a star in this field, hence the term Bobo Masters”. For instance a guy walks pass his firends to class with his bag and maybe holding a book and they start shouting: “Scholari, Aristotle, Jackophite...” “We know say you don finish that book cover to cover, 6 times”, “abeg make I dey with you na”.
Or in a situation where you are properly dressed, like really dressed applying the rules of fashion and a friend stops you and gives you some lines. “See your N50, 000 shirt, chai! Everything whe you wear na 1 million.” “Bros make I clean your shoe na”.
Many other scenarios may warrant “washing or boboing” just like an unbelievable scene I witnessed where two friends lay on a lawn claiming to be greeting each other, waiting for the first to rise up.
For you coming to E.K.City for the first time, don’t be surprised to be the next bobo victim and don’t get too carried away when they say you are beautiful or handsome, it may just be bobo.
Now amongst all these categories of people, there is also a very important category of people who have little of all these features in them. They are the “Average Students”.  They are religious, mini-jackophites, party like once in a blue moon, socialise freely, participate in politics and sports, and even join in fulfilling the “Bobo Theory”. They do not go to the extreme in anything even in their studies, and are comfortable with their simple lives. Maybe you should identify with them when you come.
The last group I should talk about are the Aliens. Yes I call them aliens because somehow, they are students of Ekehuan Campus, but you may just be seeing them for the first time in 2-3 years. Some may even be your classmates yet you would get to know in subsequent levels. Others may consequently be absent from lectures and surface on examination day.
Some others do not belong to any organisation, not even fellowship. They don’t attend lectures, and when they do, they don’t say anything neither do they participate in group work. As a group leader, I was shocked when someone walked up to me two days to the production and said “I am your group member”.
So don’t be surprised when people say you are course mates and you are just seeing them in 200l or even final year especially Mass Communication students.
Naturally Ekehuan Campus is a fun-filled place, filled with different kind of people ranging from people who have made the common room their homes, to those who belong to almost all societies on campus yet they never get tired.
It also consist of funny staff ranging from potters who take delight in seizing your “HP”, HP does not mean your HP laptop here, but means your Hot-Plate; and find Joy in shouting at those beautiful daughters of Margaret Ekpo who delight in visiting the cute sons of Nelson Mandela before 4:00pm on weekdays.   “Hello is it 4’oclock yet? Are you a male or a female?”; to those funny lecturers whose lectures are amazingly funny, interesting and “crazy”. Be ready for the assignments that can make you run mad and which of course you will be grateful for, someday.
E.K. City also consists of beautiful and attractive spots including the front of girls’ hostel which is the meeting/waiting point for couples, friends, etc. And always filled with romantic goodbye scenes especially at night or at that awkward moment when a car drops off that girl you’ve been eyeing.
Lest I forget, to the guys, “thou shall not approach an E.K. City girl empty handed.” Thank God for close by Mat-Ice, utilise it. You could even visit Lucky’s Mishai or Dan’s Pop corn. Don’t place too much hope on the only ATM machine on campus; it just might disappoint you at the eleventh hour.
Most importantly, enjoy your four years on E.K. City, visit everywhere; Night class, volleyball court and once in a while, shake body.

Monday 9 June 2014



MY TEARS WERE EXHAUSTED, I COULDN’T CRY AGAIN…                   By: Asekhamhe Vinson Osikpemhi.
The summer holiday was getting bored and resumption was close at hand. I couldn’t wait because I’ll be in final year. The benefits kept me anxious- full corner space, executive positions, etc. That very Tuesday, I had decided to visit Jerry my boyfriend. He convinced me to spend the whole day with him since we were having fun, viewing movies and eating all kinds of junks.
Towards evening when we had just finished eating scotched eggs, we laid on the bed viewing the popular movie- FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS, then Jerry rolled closer and kissed my forehead. He went down to my lips and I shivered. I was breathing fast, still viewing the movie, I reciprocated. Everything seemed so fast. I wanted the adventure as it was my first time, and probably Jerry’s too. The movie kept on playing without an attentive audience. Where were we? We were almost naked, “having fun”. He looked me in the eyes and said “Baby can I go in?” I didn’t understand what he was saying and I replied with a smile. He returned my smile with a kiss of gratitude. What for? Just before I could whisper three powerful words, he was down. I could feel it. He was going inside me. I felt something broken- just what other girls say, “and then I lost it.” It was pleasurable at first but while he came up, I saw mum’s face, and her favourite warning of giving my virginity to my husband as his wedding gift. Was Jerry going to be my husband? Oh no! I lamented silently, I had lost it. I couldn’t cry. I saw my world going down…
The night was cold. It had just stopped raining and the streets glimmered as the moonlight and stars reflected on them. I was standing on the curb of the sidewalk under a streetlight. I had my white umbrella balanced under my palm. I check my watch. It was growing late but I didn't want to go home but by some instinct, I went. I entered the house and the strong tension hit me like a wave. I could hear my mum and dad fighting in the kitchen. It wasn't their first fight. Frank, My little brother was sitting in the living room, staring at the TV with a dark screen. I asked him what was going on but he never responded. I sat next to him and he immediately wrapped him arms around me.
The fight was hot I couldn’t say a word. Frank leaned on me, wanting the fight to end and just then mum’s last words were “You can go to hell.” Dad immediately threw a stool close by to her and it hit her head. It was tough. The whole world was silent for a while. I imagined a slow-motion shock. We rushed her to the hospital and the doctors assured us that they were going to do their best. Dad paced round the hospital like he never committed the crime. And just then, the doctor came with gloomy face saying; “We tried our best but…” “No!” I shouted, gripping dad’s shirt. I didn’t allow the doctors say- “We lost her.” Mum was gone- my hope and shield. Just one night I had lost my two most valued assets. I cried my life out but I had to console Frank.
By some ways I don’t know, dad didn’t go to jail. He was always in one meeting or another. He never had time for us. He was so busy that he didn’t notice there were changes in my look and me being sick. I wish mum was alive. The house was seeming empty; that feminine structure was missing. I went back to school in a sad mood, crying daily not just for mum’s death but for not fulfilling her wish.
It was after 1 month when I rushed out of my room to throw up that it dawned on me that I was pregnant. I called Jerry and guess what he said? Surely what you think- “I was stupid.” He claimed he was not responsible. He became unreachable afterwards. I was dumbfounded. What happened to all the love promises?  I couldn’t cry again, my tears were almost exhausted.
I got some much needed help since I never wanted to have the baby. Funke my roommate gave me some liquid to drink but it seemed sweet, it didn’t work. My stomach was getting bigger like I had over-fed, when I barely had appetite for meals. Another “caring” roommate gave me some pills to take but after taking them, I felt the highest pain all my life. I fell down rolling painfully, which was all I could remember. The next place I saw myself was the hospital lying helplessly with Dad by my side. I was ashamed to look at his face, I wanted to talk but the word would not come out. Tears flowed freely from my eyes as I looked at the ceiling, remembering mum’s warning. Now it was too late and to think of the fact that I tried to abort the pregnancy; kill an innocent child makes me weak. I have no choice than to deliver the baby.
A pregnant student I would become, a mother to a fatherless baby. I felt the whole world was against me. Mum was gone, I had lost my dignity as a woman, and school was almost a done deal. Was anyone going to father my unborn baby? In the midst of my thoughts- my phone rang with a different tune, who changed it? My new tune was Philip Bliss’s song, IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL. It reminded me that everything will be fine. Just then dad sighed and walked out saying: It is well, even in the well.
It has been 8 months, 364 days since I’ve been carrying this baby and the doctors say I will give birth tomorrow. Now what do I call the child? Hmm… It is well…

Monday 5 May 2014



A COMPOSITION OF LITERARY TITLES

In the beginning of NINETEEN EIGHTY FOUR, like a celebrity I visited the CITY OF GOD to see THE REJECTED STONE but my journey was cut short when I saw SILAS MARNER who told me that SIZWE BANSI IS DEAD and that he was going to see THE INTERPRETERS to know the cause of the death and if he should attend the burial. I could remember THE INTERPRETERS telling me; “AS YOU GO TO COLLEGE, do not follow the ANGELS AND DEMONS but rather be a MAN FOR ALL SEASONS”. Hmm that was many years ago.
I followed SILAS MARNER feeling sorry for him because he was a brother to Sizwe Bansi. As we walked, we saw the WOMEN OF OWU who lamented saying: “OUR HUSBAND HAS GONE MAD AGAIN”. What do you expect when all the WOMEN OF OWU married just one man? I was shocked because things were NO LONGER AT EASE in the city. They told us that their home was now a case of ONE MORE WIFE, SOME MORE TROUBLE. But they were filled with hope as they yelled “don’t worry, OUR CHILDREN ARE COMING.”
ROMEO AND JULIET were the next to come to us. They complained bitterly of THE WICKEDNESS OF MEN telling us that the MERCHANT OF VENICE had given them a TOAD FOR SUPPER. Ah! What a wicked merchant. Who would have thought that beggars go on strike? So I thought till I heard of the BEGGARS STRIKE. Why on earth did they go on strike? They were angry with DOCTOR FAUSTUS for using THE MAGIC SWORD to kill the beggars’ president.
I was filled with GREAT EXPECTATIONS when I saw the SONS AND DAUGHTER of Shakespeare. I hoped one of his sons would marry NGOZI MY DAUGHTER but he presented a PURPLE HIBISCUS to me saying despite NGOZI MY DAUGHTER was beautiful, THE BEAUTIFUL ONES ARE NOT YET BORN.
We saw ANTHONY AND CLEOPATRA in a romance state and advised them not to get married under HALF OF A YELLOW SUN. We were thrilled that their love was strong and interesting. They told us that their marriage was going to take place in AN AFRICAN NIGHT ENTERTAINMENT. Wow! With such great love I was sure Cleopatra would not be A BRIDE WITHOUT A GROOM.
No one ever wondered the cause of the struggle between THE OLD MAN AND THE SEA. However during MOTHER’S MOONLIGHT FOLKTALE, I learnt that the old man was trying to get the POTTER’S WHEEL from the sea where the young potter had lost it. What a kind old man!
After a tough argument between my SONS AND DAUGHTERS, I experienced THE OTHER SIDE OF SILENCE in my home but just then, one of my sons who was a potter hit NGOZI MY DAUGHTER with the POTTER’S WHEEL living her unconscious.
Indeed THERE WAS A COUNTRY where no one ate WITHOUT A SILVER SPOON; where BANANA LEAVES were currency notes. I had wanted to go there till I heard it was governed by the LORD OF THE FLIES. Who then were the inhabitants? Flies????
Who was to blame for Sizwe Bansi’s death? The gods? No! THE GODS ARE NOT TO BLAME. Never!  We moved on, and to our greatest shock, we saw an AMERICANAH with the EGG OF LIFE. This indeed led to the WIVES REVOLT as they saw it as an abomination.
As we approached the ANIMAL FARM, I saw the GOVERNMENT INSPECTOR performing his LAST DUTY. I offered to help but just then something brushed my legs; it was the international PASSPORT OF MALLAM ILLIA. What was it doing in the ANIMAL FARM? Was mallam Illia a Farmer?
After the civil war, without MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, I decided to bid FAREWELL TO ARMS but I made an EVERLASTING MISTAKE when I went with THE ARMS AND THE MAN to avenge JULIO CAESAR’S DEATH.
Have you ever seen an angel? I’m proud to have seen one. In the end of NINETEEN EIGHTEEN FOUR when I was washing MY FATHER’S CAR, an angel appeared to me. A different kind of angel;  one that made me dislike angels. It was a DIZZY ANGEL. The angel told me that EVERYTHING GOOD WILL COME only when OLIVER TWIST decides to marry A WOMAN IN HER PRIME.
                                                                                    
  BY: ASEKHAMHE VINSON- ‘SHAKESPEARE’

 DEPARTMENT OF  MASS COMMUNICATION.

UNIVERSITY OF BENIN, BENIN CITY.



 



 



POEM: AIDS IS REAL
 by: Asekhamhe Vinson-Shakespeare.

A strange wind blows
What could this wind mean?
What could this wind bring?

To the wise: a wind of danger blows
A wind of fear
A wind of warning
A very serious warning.

To the foolish: a wind of merriment
A wind of continuous pleasure
A wind of unholy celebration
For this wind comes but once

In the darkness of their doubt
The doctors lingered the lamp of wisdom
And the wise saw in their face the road that they should take
But for the foolish; they saw nothing but mere words

And while the adventure began
The wise played carefully
But the foolish played carelessly
And got their share of the rotten fruit

Certainly that’s not all
Others jumped on unsterilized clippers
Some others used already used syringes
Now they all have a share of the rotten fruit

As if it were not enough
Our creatures on skirt had extended stomachs
Had they eaten over-feeding?
Certainly NO! They had gotten the “fruit of pleasure
Instead of the fruit of the womb
Probably the little life in their stomach will have a share of the rotten fruit
Whose fault is it?

But what is the result of this rotten fruit
Some of them were advancing
The situation was worsening
Doesn’t anyone know? Where are the doctors?

Surely there were doctors
And so they trooped in for tests
Tests upon tests
And yet another test

The doctors who had earlier warned
Now gave death sentences to some
And life conditions to others
Oh! Had they known?

The world seemed wicked to them
‘Life is sweet’ they thought earlier
But now they acclaim ‘life is unfair’
All they can do is to gaze at grandfather’s old wall clock
With tears gushing from their eyes

Tick tock, tick tock
So they listened to the clock
Waiting for the last tick
If they had listened to the warnings

But you, do you want a share of the rotten fruit?
Do you want extended stomachs?
Do you want to live in pain and humiliation?
Do you want to live on conditions?

No surely!
Then avoid premature/unprotected sex
Avoid using unsterilized objects
Live healthy and protect the future
Don’t forget HIV IS REAL!!!