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“HOW WILL IT LOOK LIKE HAVING THEM IN SCHOOL?” Chronicles of Ma Funmi. Series 15.

How Will it Look Like Having Them In School? A Billion naira question I asked myself countless times.

June 2006, I resumed back to school and was faced with the challenge of getting accommodation inside the university campus. The laydown policy was “Only first year and final year stays in the school hostel while other year levels stay off-campus.” This did not go well with us and especially me because it’s assumed that the off-campus is not as safe as staying within the school so the struggle to get a room in the school hostel began, with students bringing letters from different authorities and claiming to have one ailment or the other just to be given a room.

I waited too, hoping to see my name on the noticeboard whenever a new list is out despite the fact that I knew no authority. After one week of resuming and closing with the portal at Idia Hall, I thought of my priority and decided to go pay my tuition fee and start faculty registration while I face the accommodation issue later or go off-campus.

Checking my time, I realized I had just an hour to get to the bank before they close for the day. I dashed out to the campus gate to catch the next available cab but on my way to the park, I saw kids begging and hugging every passer-by to get money from them with two of them coming my way. That wasn’t my first time of seeing these seas of kids begging at our campus gate especially with the manner at which they hold on to the people till they are given some change.

I told myself, this can’t be happening to me now, so I raised my hands to tell them, ‘don’t come close,’ they got the message and stayed back but on bringing down my hands, my elbow hit one of them and this got to me deeply so I called the two to apologise. I asked for their names, they are both Mohammed, I chuckled. Then I asked why they are not in school and they said “no moni” meaning, no money. A response I was expecting. I gave them some change and waved them goodbye.

As I was waiting for my cab to be filled up, I heard a voice in my spirit “how will it look like having them in school?” My eyes lighted up. Wow! Another Koma experience in Ibadan with me championing it! But the joy did not last when I started thinking about the challenges around it.

Who are they?

Where are they from?

Where do they live?

And why are the parents always seen resting under a shed while the kids beg in the hot sun?

I became depressed by these questions.


Let’s meet here next week, you sure don’t want to miss the next series. Till then, keep following your dreams, for its closer than you think.

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