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DVillage Square
DVillage Square

DVillage Square (42)

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(Read Episode 2 here) EXAM FEVER   Now that exams are around the corner, the atmosphere of the university has become more tensed than ever. I have taken quite a number of semester exams since I got admitted into the university, but a particular one made an indelible impression on my memory. It has stuck to me like a stubborn stain that refuses to be erased from a white garment.   It was during my first semester exam in the university. Fresh from secondary school, I had not yet understood the intricacies of campus life. For the first time since I had been born, far away from home and the prying eyes of family members, I was left to myself to make all the decisions that would carve out the course of my life for the next six years. Sometimes, I would wake up in the morning and smile to myself, happy that Mummy was not around to arouse me from sleep by 5.00 a.m. for some morning devotion. Other times, I would get very sad, because the absence of…
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Mr 'Folaranmi Kunle Omoyeni held an awareness day for LeVitateNaija at University of Lagos and suburbs recently. These are pictures from the event:  (From Left to Right: Mr Kunle Omoyeni (Flow) with the MD of Anvil Ltd, Miss Derele Omoyeni)                                                    (From Right to Left: Miss Ibiduni Osanyinbi and some Engineering students) (From Left to Right: Ginger (President; engineering students), Flow ( Mr Kunle Omoyeni) and Seun (President; Faculty of Arts Students)                                                                                               Mr Kunle Omoyeni (Flow) with other LVN lovers in UNILAG  
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    (Disclaimer: The opinions expressed in this article are those of the author and do not reflect the opinions/stand of LeVitateNaija)     When you play the Game of Thrones, you either win or you die – Queen Cersei of House Lannister to Lord Stark in George R. R. Martins epic novel, A Song of Ice and Fire (A.K.A. Game of Thrones)   Friends and colleagues,   Regardless of whether and why you supported either or none of the Presidential Candidates, there is another political situation that IMHO (in my own opinion) is worth your attention, vote (where eligible) and prayers. If you hail from, live in, visit or have a stake in Rivers State, then you might want to pay attention. This could have some cost for you or your family, personal business, friends and even our company – security of life, freedom, economic prosperity, peace of mind, cost of living and property. The upcoming Rivers State governorship and House of Assembly elections provide us stark choices; peace vs. terror, liberalism vs. dictatorship, rule of law vs. rule of…
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  (Read Episode 1 here) DISASTER OR COMEDY?   I will relate to you the experience life foisted on me last week, and I implore you to decide whether I would be justified to call it a disaster or be consoled to refer to it as a comedy.     It happened that until late that night I had had a rather uneventful day. This was not far-fetched because that day was one of those strictly academic routines, which, you must agree with me, are most often than not devoid of excitement.     I had left the hostel for class as early as 8.00 a.m.  As it was often the case when examinations were around the corner, the lecturers had all of a sudden become more serious than ever – agile to cover up in few weeks for their shameless indolence during the course of the semester, that they may have enough topics on which to examine the students. Therefore, it was understandable that I had a marathon of classes until 4.00 p.m., without any interlude, after which I had…
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  THE POWER OF A CHEERFUL SMILE     Professor Von lived ten blocks away from the school where he taught. He lived with his wife and two children. Somehow, things didn’t go quite well at home. And often times, the same happened at school.   One sparkling morning, Professor Von realised he was late for his class. He began to hurry; just hoping he could meet up somehow. He had refused to take the breakfast prepared for him by his wife and kept up his ever straight face. “Can’t you see I am running late?” he snapped at his wife, adjusting his tie.   Some minutes later, he was between walking and jogging. Suddenly, he ran into a paper man, spilling his stock on the ground. “Oh my!” Professor Von exclaimed. Terrified at the sight of the pile, he glanced from the pile to the paper man whom he initially didn’t recognise was the Asian man who had tried to no avail to sell papers to him. “I am… am so sorry,” the professor stuttered an apology.   “Not to…
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  The Closed Gates   When I left St Michael hostel in Satellite Phase 2 this morning, I had the sole intention of making it to the College of Medicine before 8.00 A.M. Hell, I never could have envisaged that something was going to stop me from entering the school gate today, let alone cause me to miss the lecture entirely. We were meant to have Medical Biochemistry at precisely eight a.m, and the lecturer is notorious for his strict intolerance for lateness. He shuts the door by eight on the dot, and any student who comes later than that is certain to lurk around the lecture theatre for the next couple of hours. Medical Biochemistry is the nightmare of medical students. If you doubt me, go and make enquiries. Those annoying chemical structures and compounds, whose names all seem to sound alike, have never for once endeared me to the course. But I am not ready to fail it, either. That explains why I had my handbag firmly held in the crook of my arm as I hurried out…
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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          …
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    Below are some of the global laws that are punishable but very amusing. You may have a reason to laugh or sigh: In Nigeria: It's illegal to take mineral water into Nigeria.   In Fiji: Sunbathing topless is prohibited.   In Singapore: Chewing gum on the Mass Rapid Transit (MRT) system is an offence.   In Venice: Feeding the pigeons is against the law.   In Japan: It's illegal to bring some commonly available nasal sprays containing pseudoephedrine into Japan.   In Barcelona: It's against the law to wear a bikini, swimming trunks or to go bare-chested away from the beach-front area in Barcelona.   In Italy (Florence): It's an offense to sit on steps and courtyards or to eat and drink in the immediate vicinity of churches and public buildings in Florence.   Thailand: Got a sudden urge to Instagram photos of the bottoms of your breasts? Wait till you get back home. The government this week caught global attention for saying women who post "underboob" photos face five years in jail as their actions could violate the country's…
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By Seun Olanrewaju   I feel hunted anytime my thought Travels in remembrance of Amoke Who sullied my manly pride with the sparkling sockets that dominated her eyeballs And the gyrating swags of her long legs that called my name with rigid attention She misunderstood the language of my gestures When my peppy phallus gave life to her womb Anytime my eyes interact with the tree of love Where the root of my silence was mistrusted I feel hunted by the face of a ghost in unquestionable resemblance To Amoke’s incorruptible face of innocence But the ghost face has no innocence It stares with vengeful bow cutting through the clime of my body In a piece meal fashion Amoke! I am not a murderer, For I longed to nurture the glory of your womb And when the cock crowed In the dew of brightness I called your name Under the tree of love But you had transformed into a nobody Because you thought my seed was a nobody You transformed without patience To deny my iron hands from Cuddling the…
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    The way some people consume fresh corn on the streets of Lagos is worrisome. Some eat while walking, others prefer to sit and eat in the middle of the road. I’m always tempted to  eat the corn with them or take photos for linda ikeji whenever I come across those wonderful scenes. Don’t get me wrong, corn is a good thing to eat, especially when neatly roasted and slowly ‘downloaded’ with fresh, sugar-coated, well sliced coconut. But to be carelessly consuming it while rambling on the streets or on the Third mainland bridge? I really don’t know. It’s probably fun for them or better yet, it’s their choice. They obviously aren’t as half bothered about what I think about them.   This post isn’t about eating corn or anything like that, but what we think about what other people think about us. People choose to clog their minds with what other people think about them and forget that nothing is more important than how you feel and think about yourself. When you always allow what people say or think about you…
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