Well, at this juncture, “stalemate” is the only word I can remember, (apologies to Fela) joining in the spirit of FELABRATION for he spoke conscience to government and shaped a “peoples” mentality” but unhappy is the land that needs a hero.

The media has been awashed with stale gists’ of negotiations and improvements of offers to ASUU members in various states to the gate of their campuses and even total ban of it in some other states is a blatant acknowledgement that there’s no end in sight to the current impasse, reasons given that the procession might be injected by angry students to cause mayhem, even the feared government is aware and afraid of the already boiling anger and paying nerve of the students for their information, our patience are running out, we might not need an ASUU before we hit the streets, though peacefully.

While we hope to get out of this quagmire as  soon as practicable  by doing the needful, it is imperative that I address my fellow students my partners –in- pain, yes, we’ve been free to click from one website or chatroom to another in the last 2,616 hours without interruption. (at the mercy of network providers) some of us have forgotten our matric number through funfair or lack of use engaging in self –improving and productive positive ventures is the sure remedy from absoletism and worthlessness and even dementia no matter how menial. Recently , a friend of mine, a mechanical engineering student of FUTMinna got apprenticeship in an Auto-Mechanic workshop, oblivious that the current theory ridden curriculum will not suit him for the labour market upon graduation (if ASUU permits), another friend got employed as a waitress in an eatery in town and many others engaged in personal-development programmes. As for me, a wannabe writer, horning my writing skill and seizing opportunities for greater platform, read my entry story in this Literary contest (www.etisalatprize.com/death-of-rape-and-war) be kind by voting and sharing it.

To my partners-in-pain, I dare say, if your internet remains dusty as the Text/Notebooks you left in the bookshelf in hostel or skills going rusty as the padlock currently adorning the gate to the library of your school, then you’re of all students most miserable.

Onyeka Nwigwe is a student writer,

Vote his story  death of rape and war here

 (www.etisalatprize.com/death-of-rape-and-war)

On twitter @OnyekaNwigwe

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