UNILAG reinstates rusticated students

The management of the University of Lagos has reinstated two of the students recently rusticated for various misconducts.

The students, Lawrence Umezinwa, and Polycarp Ochuba, from the department of Political Science, were served rustication letters about two months ago for involving in the 2015 bedbug protest which resulted in the total replacement of mattresses in the school's halls of residence.

Mr. Polycarp has received his letter while Mr. Lawrence who claimed to have nothing to do with the protest confirmed that he had been notified of a letter absolving him of the accusation.




He said the letter has been dropped off at his department and believes the content is the same with what is contained in the one Mr. Polycarp received.

UNILAG Staff School Wins Hanson Maths Competition, Produces Top Seven

The University of Lagos Staff School on Saturday, won the Hanson Mathematics Competition for the 4th time in a row.


Having won hosting rights on the strength of their previous performance, the school hosted and produced the first top seven performers for the first time in the history of the competition, with Ifeanyi Anyagwa leading the pack in first position.


Similarly, the school had won the Nigerian Tulip International Colleges and National Mathematical Centre annual mathematics competition for primary pupils earlier this month, beating other contestants to the prize.


Speaking on the reason behind the school’s success over the years, the Headmistress, Mrs. Nkemjika Uzoaga, revealed that the school had always paraded teachers who are not only sound, but also dedicated.


She said that the school, despite shortage of resources and adequate infrastructure, had always done better than its sister school, the University of Lagos Women Society School who has everything.


She said: “We don’t have air conditioners in our class, in fact, if you go to our classrooms, you’d think staff school is a public school.


“But because it’s a university school, it’s a prestigious thing to bear that name. And if we all claim and agree that university of Lagos is a university of first choice and nation’s pride, a school that you name after it should also fit into the same description”.


The Headmistress however, lauded the effort of the University management for doing their best in terms of retaining staffers and prompt payment of salaries as at when due.


Meanwhile, the mathematics teacher of the winners, Mr. Odubiyi Solomon, who has been teaching in the school for the past ten years, has attributed the success to hard work, determination and perseverance.


Showering encomiums on the winner, Mr. Odubiyi said Ifeanyi behaves well in the class; participates in class activities; listens well and enjoys class lessons.


He said pupils hoping to tow the footsteps of Ifeanyi should endeavour to always do their assignments in good time, work on their own and be independent.


“I believe in the independency of the children, not waiting for teachers to teach them everything but to research…quite a number of them (the winners) have been doing it, and they have been very consistent”, he said.


The other winners include Adewumi Adedunmola, 2nd place; Lawal Gihad, 3rd place; Udo Goodness, 4th place; followed by Alimi Rohanat, Akeju Obaloluwa, and Segun Soji-John.

Our paradise our war zone

“O God, I don’t want to die,” I winced as I crawled to seek a hideout after collecting two bullets in my belly. The gunman who shot me wanted to be positive he made the kill, so he stealthily walked in my direction. Between half trying to stem the bleeding on my belly and trying to hide, he closed me in. Slowly, he raised his gun to my head. “Please don’t kill me,” I begged. “Have mercy. I am the only child of my parents,” I lied, hoping by it to supplant his intent.

He took a quick unfazed look at his environment; hither and thither, as if to make sure his prey wasn’t up for competition. Of course I was going to die at his pleasure. All I could muster were tears borne out of self-pity. I waited as he closed his finger on the trigger. He could have put my lights out the next second, but thankfully, I woke up! Oh, I woke up and it had all been a dream!

The morning was very chilly. My window and door still swaying to the music from the self-same Northern wind that had me under sheets all night as I dreamed on. I sneaked a peek at the clock and frowned. It was past nine on the AM. I had overslept. I cursed the weather. It was the second time I was overdoing the call of nature twice in a row. With laboured firepower, I disengaged the sheets and dragged my torso off the bed. I had had a terrible dream where I was shot twice, but who cares? If only dreams were the utopian wizardry that would catch us a glimpse of what is to come. "That'd be pretty special," I silently mused.

I was already at the window overlooking a sea of houses which – until that very moment – had held fond but latent childhood memories. Now they mean nothing other than what a total stranger would perceive of them; just houses and streets.

I rested beside the window and expertly parted its curtains like the red sea. From whence I was pitched, I looked down. My little castle, I beg to call it that, is a three storey building and I was holed up in a little room on the last floor. Inasmuch as I hated doing the stairs, I liked this room. The position was vantage. I could amuse myself with a 280 degree view of happenings down south.

Down, children were playing. Unruly dirty little urchins. One had soiled my shoes the other day and I'd sent his dentition on different errands. I dashed away before his mother could front a protest.

I looked hard at them and fresh images debuted. Dirty grotesque piccaninnies whose mien is a perfect reflection of the very nadir our communal subsistence have been reduced to. Where the line that separates the haves and have nots thickens with each passing day, and which for want of an apt appellation, I call "the deepening gulf."

More people would go hungry today. It was a fact. All the same, I shuddered at the revelation. I would rather pitch thought and intent on pressing matters of very personal nature, but I knew I'd always come back to this, some way, somehow. So I took my note and poured everything I saw into it.

Heading down to the main road, was Mr. Oche. He probably has nothing in his wallet and hopes to beg a few willing do-gooders for transport fare to his place of work. Mama Maria barely survived the night with her five kids but was out and about. Any job goes. Of course the toddlers have to be fed for that day. The insidious labour which add years of wrinkles to a few months' toil.

Reminds me the day my uncle had sauntered into my school. I saw him the previous year and seeing him that day broke my heart. He looked worn out and way older than his age, assuming the demeanour of one desperately trying to make sense of a senile situation. Indeed, he wanted to start a Masters programme decades after he had left the university. He had sought for answers like the rest and had come to a rather misguided conclusion: that another degree was tantamount to good life. I felt sorry for him. But it was near impossible to persuade a mind whose resolve had eroded every form of reason. I dared not try. Like the people I now see, he had been institutionalized. He had joined the red fellowship of penury.

Never before have I seen a hardworking man fighting tooth and nail to put food on the table. That same river of misery now flows through most homes. It was already hard detaching pain from poverty. What difference does it make? As far as the majority is concerned, they have become one, like the Bible’s pronouncement on newlyweds. For better for worse; inseparable till wealth do them part.

But of course, there are times when ‘for worse’ becomes the reality of a newlywed. When ends no longer meet. When the bad times distort the good, and their paradise turns a war zone. Chinua Achebe of blessed memory wrote an epistle of this theme. ‘Things Fall Apart’ he calls it. Here, in the homes of the beggarly, is a full-blown war; things have fallen apart.

And a full-blown war it is. A fight directed, not to the common foe, or the oppressor, or the one who sits on the communal yam, but to the co-dweller. Child to father and father to mother. The family tears itself apart. Anger-venting made easy. After all, the oppressor is far beyond reach; therefore, let us – by the heat of our frustration – consume each other.

For we will continue to work on bent backs, night and day. We will continue to want bread and coverings for the cold night. And we will not stop howling when we should. For now, though, let our paradise be our war zone.


Daniel Chukwu
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UNILAG: Calling a spade a spade

I have searched for answers, I have asked questions, and I have tried making sense of what I have both heard and seen. But it seems the more I dig, the more elusive situation gets. The University of Lagos' restoration of its students' union; the election that produced its first president since 2005; and the subsequent election which up till now, raised unanswered questions have all come together to inspire this piece.

It was glaring to the very politically conscious few within the educational milieu, that the University of Lagos Students' Union elections which was held on the 22nd of September this year, was one which raised a lot of eye brows and apprehension.

Prior to the election, a lot of students harbored reservations; latent, though it seemed. So it was no surprise that it later translated into the present harsh realities - the noted irregularities at the election.

It was the school's policy that no candidate must have or have had a carryover in any course prior to and in the course of contesting for any ULSU post. In the spirit of upholding this principle, some candidates were disqualified. But claims lingered that some were not disqualified as the policy demands.

We had waited patiently for every possible anomaly to be rectified or for some explanations to be given. But non was forthcoming and our patience was depleting. This is surely an unfinished business and the school management owes its students undiluted answers.

Yes, the school management sponsored and conducted the elections. This is unquestionably right, owing to the fact that The Union is still in its infancy. What we seek to understand is: Why were records of culpable students not made public even on popular demand, before, during and after the election? Why did one of the aspirant, indeed, the one that went on to win the election, withdraw from the debate organized by the Academic Staff Union of Universities? Why must we (the students) always play the thespians and act the fool? Why must we be at the receiving end of its tactile strokes of deception, damaging delirium and such other shenanigans as it sees fit to inflict on our intelligence?

Such was the management's predisposition to artifice that we can brazenly say it had constituted a ghost committee to oversee the reported irregularities that trailed the election.

One aspirant said it was a case of sour grapes, according to him, "Every quarter in the University of Lagos is satisfied with the results...In every election there will always be winners and losers" This statement obviously tells you who he is.

Another aspirant thinks quite the opposite. He said it was all a big conspiracy. "Although, now we have the feelers that they are in cahoots and the silence from them is a conspiracy, because they are already contemplating date for inauguration, which is laughable" Most likely, you know where he's speaking from.

Indeed, a date had been fixed for the inauguration of the new executives. But unlike the young man above, I do not think it is a laughing matter. We demand that the school management come clean, or forfeit all claims to openness and transparency. 9th of December is the date; the robbers and the robbed awaits.

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Paris Terror Attacks - The pain in our hearts

Paris Terror Attacks has once again reminded us of the devastating effects of terrorism. The news hit us all like a hypodermic needle. We all screamed; we all tore our robes; we all wept.

The whole world stood still as casualties increased. I couldn't contain my tears as I watched the families of those affected on CNN and the BBC. It truly was a moment of sorrow. No news ever shook the world in recent years like this one.

The whole world sympathize with the families of those affected by this monumental tragedy and hopes those responsible are brought to book soon.

Celebrities and important personalities around the world are not left out. Here are some of their messages for France.

Lagos State governor, Akinwunmi Ambode "Whether the strike is within the city, via plane hijack or in traffic, terrorists speak the same language of force, violence and suppression.
We commiserate with the French Government over last Friday's terror attacks in Paris which killed over 120 people" As if that wasn't enough he went on to say:

“On behalf of the government and good people of Lagos State, I wish to express our heartfelt condolences to your good self, the French government and the entire French citizens over last Friday’s terror attacks in Paris. The dastardly act was no doubt an attack on the civilised world and humanity and we share in your grief. Whether the strike is within the city, through plane hijack or in traffic, terrorists speak the same language of force, violence and suppression. But the civilised world should not only resist terror, we must defeat it by every means possible. And this is why the whole world is standing behind France at these trying times to say no to terror and every form of extremism,” 

Barrack Obama, "This is an attack on all of humanity and the universal values we share. We stand prepared and ready to provide whatever assistance the people of France need to respond.”

Justin Bieber added, “Had a great first show but just heard about what happened in Paris. Thoughts and prayers with everyone #PrayForParis”

These were just a few of the flood of responses that hit the air soon after the attack. The world is still grieving and the best time to act is now.

This is not the first, but this can be the last. Let us stand up and condemn terrorism. Let us fight and make terrorism a story of the past. Let us say NO to acts of terrorism, and let us do so now.

Ford Unveils the First Ford Ranger to Come Out of Nigeria

Ford Motors has unveiled the first Ford Ranger to come out of their plant here in Nigeria.


They took to their Twitter page to congratulate Nigeria on the very first Ford automobile to be produced in Nigeria.

The tweet reads "Congratulations Nigeria! We've unveiled the first #FordRanger to come off our new assembly line in Nigeria"

See photo below