I had this advanced learners dico that was bought for me in form one by my dear Mum; it became a point of reference and it only came out of my locker on rare occasion to look up info for myself or others. One fateful day I took it to class; I can't remember if it was for show-off or for Akinola's Literature class but before I could say 'ko' my dico disappeared. That was in form two.
By the time we got to the final class, though I never stopped wondering each time I saw a dico how mine disappeared but I had given up on ever finding it. Just as we were on the last lap, someone handed me a dico, my dico; somewhat defaced with scribbles here and there. I was too shocked to ask the girl who handed it over about where she found it. When I eventaully asked, she said she wasn't to tell. I can't remember if I toasted her to tell or she said to run outside the hostel to see the person but the name of my dear friend Korede O. came up. Needless to say I was shocked; the long-nail guy is supposed to be my friend. I was so shocked I doubt that I ever confronted him.
I'm sure you had a number of pranks up your sleeves with Amebo, Scar Face, Mama Yemi and the likes running around to ensure sanity reigns in our kingdom...
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Fapping biros was my forte! Sometimes I desperately needed one to take notes in class (or copy someone else's note after class), or simply did it for the heck of it. Many a times I too was an unfortunate victim of my own craft...and I must admit it wasn't the best feeling in the world to have your brand spanking new biro seperated from you barely before the ink in the tube had had a chance to move south.
I remember some of us used to write down the "serial" number of our "bics" (or insert a piece of paper with our names in the biro itself) in the hopes that we would be able to identify our biros if we happened to stumble upon some unscrupulous degenerate who had dared commit such a heartless offence.
We avid biro "fappers" would dutiful and aptly file off the said serial numbers, or discard of the name tag with such alacrity, our heads would be spinning in complete elation. I remember having a locker full of biros, and would have to sift through to discard or "dash" out biros with any semblance of a blemish, crack, or scratch. I was in biro heaven!
Sometimes I would have my biros raided by some other individuals who most likely shared my appetite for such adventure. I would think "Chei! Who don do me this kin tin?" and would promptly be out on the prowl once more, lurking, ready to pounce on some brand spanking new biro of some unfortunate soul. LOL!
So you were a kind of mafia biro boss doling out 'acquired' biros at will.
Donating packs and packs of biros to Odogbolu will be a good place to start in terms of giving back; after all you may not be able to reach all your victims for the purpose of restitution...
LOL! I may just do that...setup a biro NGO, not only for FEGO, but for all FGCs in Naija. Nice one.
Biro fapping was really not my specialty but anytime I engaged in it (usually when I did not have money to buy one), I never bothered to spend time scratching off the serial number.
All I did was go to the back of the classroom block, look for the case of an old used biro thrown away by the user, discard the new case of my 'acquired' biro and placed the ink in the old case and bingo! I had my self a biro without the former owner ever suspecting me since the case was old.
I still have one serious prank I played way back then. Those who recall, I lost my dad in the 2nd term of our class 1 and so financially, affording things was a bit of a challenge (not an excuse though for my silly prank!).
It so happened one day when we were close to taking our JS3 exams, I did not have many of the textbooks required and I started wondering how I was going to get them. I knew it would be impossible to borrow from those who had the books because they would equally need it when the time came. So what did I do?
I took stock of the textbooks I personally had and then went 'shopping' (a term coined by our predecessors, the '89 set) for the rest one weekend when students would be in the hostel. Beginning from JS 1A to F, JS 2A to F and JS 3A to F, I checked from locker to locker and 'borrowed' all the text books I could find that were not in my stock.
And they became mine thereafter since I used them for my JS 3 exams and I got good grades too. So Bros G wasn't much of a saint some would say. Well, Bros G is equally human like the rest of us too!
But alas! there is always a pay back time for such misgivings and mine came in our final year and right after our WAEC exams. All my question papers and textbooks including my precious Ababio Chemistry textbook were 'borrowed' I believe by someone in then SS2.
Well, that's my story on pranks. So Lola, I may not need to make book donations to FEGO since someone else took care of that just before I left or what do you guys think?
I recall most of the pranks we played back then were in JS3 since we saw ourselves then as 'final year' students. Are we allowed to mention pranks played by others?
I recall a few I would want to scratch on the surface and leave for the authors to tell, viz:
(1) I recall a nasty prank played on me by Omat then immediately after the JS3 exams
(2) I recall the highly notorious prank played by Moses Ayoo (acting dining hall captain of the '89 set) with the school's public address system
(3) I recall the prank played by Pablo, Koriko and Ogundelu in the famous "chiksen" saga(as pronounced by Ogundelu for chicken)
(4) I recall being told by the '91 set of a nasty prank played by Conga..........
I still have another story on pranks played with me, Obas and someone else I cannot exactly remember as authors........... I will tell that story some other time but I want to encourage others to share their fun prank stories too......
Jappy, why you no just change the tube instead of filing off the serial umber.
Na the book mafia worse pass! People wey go fap your novel, take paper wrap am and write Holy Bible or Trials of Brother Jero on it to disguise it.
The more degenerate ones who couldn't wait for you to drop the book so they can fap it would gang up in twos. While you are lying on your bed enjoying your novel, one of them would switch off the light all of a sudden, the other one snatches the novel and they would do "snaky" out of the room! You're left fuming with no novel, if you're lucky they return it to you after they've finished reading it.
Gabriel A. even you, I don't believe it, you were so stoned face.... Lola, please make sure some of our kids don't see this!!!
TAPPING IS A GAME!!! Yes so they say but i swear i didnt see it that way when i came into JS2 and had my new shirts made with my name beautifully embroidered on the breast pockets. i washed and dried my whites on this faithful day only to return in the evening to find one of them gone, i was definitely sure i would find it as noone would have been able to wear it with my name PAUL B on the pocket as at that time it wasnt a known designer label (giggle!!!)
Alas, one morning as i swept my portion in the front of chad house there it was, so obvious it was mine as i could see the ripped out pocket with my name still on it, the search for a pocketless shirt began but there were lots seen on a couple of seniors and who was i to ask so i gave up and my next set were embroidered on the shirt itself and i still have the last one hanging in my wardrobe with my prefect badge and green trousers. Wat a collection to keep!!! for 17yrs? i guess i was the only weired one amongst us.
Ehhh, this is COOL... will find time to really gist well well...
But a quick one... members of class 1F - 3F... do you remember this song... Mr Kesh went to town, saw a girl, toast the girl, ........, and ran away... han han, hiaon, hiaon
Its nice to know that everybody is doing very well. Just going thru the list of names brings back some incredible memories that cannot be expressed in words. Or how do u describe all those crazy days when we used to stab prep! Or going to jamaica to either go and block or settle business with whoever is upsetting u, or fallowing or striking in d dining hall, or gbaing iregun when there was no water, or when we'll almost kill ourselves to get in line when one stupid senior shouts "last boy" or girl! Clearly theres no way u can tell ur kids these stories and they'll believe u.
Infact some of the crazy songs that were coined comes to mind now. eg ... sexy Keshy went to town, saw a girl... (composed by Simon Durotimi) or Give me the car key oooo he said Lawale, aare u coming for dinna he said ... (copywright by d late Jide Olatoye), or the famous recital by ogbo denying his affiliatns to barrister! (I know some of u may not remember. Its been a long while). I just look back at those yrs and smile.
God bless the person that put together this forum
Speaking of fapping biros, It was so ingrained in me that I used to fap biros when I started schooling and then working in Austria (we are looking at a 5year period here)..... I decided it was starting to get ridiculous so I stopped
A trip down memory lane...the humour of Window and Doors (especially when uncovered)
Do you guys recall --- how many dining hall tables we carried (whenever escapey failed) ..to the assembly hall to protect the windowless and doorless building from people not willing to buy tickets..
You know what do you guys recall when we were deemed undeserving of glass windows... ('cos we always broke 'em) ..... in 1985 Mr. Adefolaju had all our windowless & partially glassified windows ... replaced with wooden boards & planks.
Little did oga know that in his attempt to provide these students with good shelters ... the wooed planks he provided as windows will later be transformed into ... the best place to hang your wet laundry (a guy could get record drying cycles just hanging his kakhi shorts on wooden window panes) .... another gift those windows provided went to our seniors and was handed down from "Osun house room-6" generation to generation ..... PLANKS
Yes ...planks .... for those Osun house boys (that always boned for snr's) ... I can imagine your face frown & grimmace and the word Plank ... I know a couple of "behinds" were branded with several swipes of those planks ......people those were the good old days
Do you guys recall .... how many times (in our JSS 1 & 2) our blankets were stolen from your beds to cover the windowless & doorless assembly halls ... so anyone one who did not pay will enter...
Tell me .... how hard did you laugh.. when you had to line up to enter the assembly hall ...only to get close enough to see your blanket was being used to cover the gaps that were supposed to be doors and windows.
I always found these hilarious and thinking back ... priceless
This happened on one fateful assembly morning during our final year after “Oga” had come to chase us out of the hostel for assembly as usual. In those days it wasn’t in vogue for SS3 “big boys” to go for assembly so we all just ran up and down and into the bush just to miss assembly despite Oga coming to chase us out himself. On this day, I was in my pajamas and yet to iron my clothes for school so there was no way I could have made it for assembly.
After Oga had come and gone, I decided to iron my clothes and head off to class. Mind you I was in Osun house room 2 and for those who remember, that was the room closest to the bush path to master’s quarters. Mr Olopele (Olops) who was senior boarding house master then was on his way from his house to school area and would normally pass through the hostel on his way. Before I could say jack, Olops who wasn’t a great fan of mine then entered the room and grabbed me before I could even think of “gbaing snaky away”.
I must digress and give you insight concerning why I wasn’t Olops favorite person. I had this shoe which was reigning in our final year made of khaki-like material and while feeling funky one day, Olops decided to seize it. My protests that it was brown fell on deaf ears and when I said I had nothing to wear, he promptly gave me bathroom slippers. During break on that day, I had this brain wave and went to his office where I found my shoes on the floor. Not seeing Olops anywhere nearby, I grabbed my shoes and took off. Olops later accused me of taking the shoes which I denied but he was sure I was the culprit so we became not too good pals.
I couldn’t even think of doing anything when he called Baba porter who grabbed me in a vice-like grip and both he and Olops “carry-dragged” me to Oga’s office.
Oga seeing a student still in P.J after personally coming to the hostels was so shocked and angry that he made Olop’s day by saying he should give me, wait for it… FORTY EIGHT strokes of the dreaded Olops cane!!!! He also said I was to have my picture taken and sent home on two weeks suspension. I almost passed out on hearing this and so was “carry-dragged” to Mr Ezeume’s office for the passage of the sentence of death.
I still find it unbelievable that some of our seniors and if I can remember well Anthony Ugwi used to receive strokes from Olops on assembly grounds without flinching cos no matter how determined I was not to flinch, by the 3rd stroke, I was rolling in pains and begging for forgiveness. In his magnanimity, Olops decided he was “only” going to give twelve strokes but by the eleventh, after seeing me roll and wail, he left me but Ezeume insisted it must be twelve. He thus gave me the final one which must have been the most painful of all.
After all this pain, I was given a portion of grass to cut in front of the admin block facing the classroom block still wearing my P.J ( thank God it was a fine one or else my rep for don quench) while awaiting the photographer to come from town. Thank God it’s not these days of digital camera cos the photographer never showed up and so I was saved the punishment of having my pic sent to my parents and somehow the great Olops did not effect the suspension.
By the time I got back to the hostel and to school area, the dreaded SS3 blue boys comprising of Bayo Sorinmade, Femi Fagbuji, Louis Inyang, Abayomi Akinnola, Dauda Aina and a host of others had remixed the gist and composed a song naming me P.J.TERROR a name which died only after I left Fego.
Bussy:
SS3 Blue guys, I am surprised not to have seen your comments under this blog...who was up to all the drawings/comics on the board b4 we arrived class in the mornings??? eg.luxy head bus....aja dudu....to name a few, It is time to confess. I do have a few names on my list!!!
HAHAHAHA... Femi O I feel you man I remember that story..yeah.
Who remembers the time when some masters came to chase students for assembly when we were on top floor? Oto Abasi Umoren escaped into the ceiling and was crawling round until the ceiling broke and he landed in front of either Atiba or Olops who proceeded to wire him.
The story with the blankets being used to cover the assembly hall actually was a brutal reminder of a night I went for boogey night ready to show off my leg shuffle only to find my blanket hanging there. What to do? Get my blanket and run or slack the whole night (which was nothing new I might add) and gracefully let my blanket be used while I stood next to it so I didn't lose the blanket that my mum bought me. God!!! come to think of it was I the 1st ever official nerd? or was it Wale Adelaja?
Walata, (JS3A) like it or not I am going to say this one. I noticed my pen "biro" more like it, had just been fapped and there it was with Walata(guess he wasn't as good in this game as Jappy & Co). I approached him got my pen but not without a stab to my left palm just below my thumb, all because of my misuse of the Yoruba language, I said "omo ole" which meant son of a thief, but in all sincerity I was just calling him the thief. Well Mr Onwuka sorted him out for me. My confession I reported you to him cause I knew he will deal with you on a personal note(thanks to my sister who when he was in in FGC Kaduna was one if his favourite sports students).
I was thinking maybe when we do have a reunion, should I show the lovely women in your life what an everlasting print you left on me, What do you think eh? I just can't get you out of my head everytime I look at my hand.
Ije (Bayo Sorinmade) - SS3B Do you remember our fight??? For those that do not know, I'll elaborate. It all started in the physics lab. The boys were fond of chancing the girls, sure weren't gentlemen in those days neither was I a lady. Ije or one of his friends decided to take my stool I had rushed to get and refused to get up from it. Well my strategy was to pull the stool from under him just as the teacher walked in, and it did work, but trust the likes of Dauda Aina, Yemi Lawal, Victor Olaofe....to mention a few, nagged all the way back to the classroom of how I had chanced a boy. That led to a nice exchange of slaps & punches, not stopped by any of our loving classmates but the voice of Mrs Aderogba across the block, did put us to order. We had to kneel down outside the staff room and trust me I did not like that. I have never had a fight since then.
Should we have a rematch at a reunion one of these years?
I'll let Daush, Yemi and Vicky decide...hmn on second thoughts... whatever they say...
Final decision from me though - SURE NOT.
I don laf tire... never knew they made such a hard nut boxer out of you.
Thanks Bussy... and over to you Walata, Ije... you get lawyer abi you are guilty as charged?
Talking about playing pranks; no one has touched on Ponmola; the Tantalizers of Odogbolu...
Femi O. ('Natty Vandal' or something like that!) do you remember the day Oga made you come to the admin block in 'Pant and Singlet'?
Anyone that still likes my music/ beats from my drums (locker) contact me…
Tony Igwe,
Y did u have to make us spend that torn 1 naira note at the school store in form 1? Lanre Tiamiyu (4got his nickname) was involved too abi?... Hope u rem'ber?
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