Being a student of The English Language

Sometimes I would question myself about the course I chose. Could it be the baritone voice of Azumurana that did it? Or the ever confused teaching of Daramola?. Maybe it's the sincerity and craziness oozing out of Alimi's lips or the secret loudness in the voice of Aribisala. Maduabuchi in his silent almost whispering voice would say King Oedipus had to do what he did. Whereas the novel of ideas lecturer(wonder why his name never sticks to my head) aha! Patrick Oloko! would in a permanent smile wink sarcastically at students in class. Anyaokwu adjusting his glasses and his usual "that's just the wayridiz" would keep reminding us of China Achebe's beautiful book; Things Fall Apart. Maybe Afolayan and her jovial drama self or maybe the Adeoye, Anyagbua and Shodipe would have preferred teaching another course rather than Language, Phonetics or Drama. Is it the beautiful essay lecturer with a Ghananian intonation or Adedeji the ever confused lecturer? Could it be the cool character of Austin Nwagbara? Or the constant reminder we get to add a title to their names; Professor, Doctor, Chief... Is it the strange looking glasses of Pearce or the uncertain nature of Sir Kofoworola. Or maybe the beauty of the students in class. The inquisitive Tobi or the quiet Samuels. Maybe it is the little beautiful eyes of Rahman the class rep or the general mischief makers. Could it be my newly discovered male cliques?Patrick, Kunle, Taiwo, David, Joseph, Funbi?. Patrick's hustle-bad boy/ innocent beneath all that camouflage look? Funbi's big round poking eyeballs?, David's beautiful gap tooth?, Kunle's smile leaving one breathless? Joseph's dark beautiful skin? Or Taiwo's pink lips?. Could it be Ruth and Seun with their unending cravings for cake and music? Or Cynthia's oppressive boobs Frontal Protuberance I might add or Emmanuel's intimidating shortness. Maybe its Uzomma's "I'm not even here" look or Ifeoma's constant pulling of my hair. Perhaps its Kunbi and Deji, crazy in their strange ways. Could it be Giwa with her troublesome character or Ayobami's tightening hugs?. Oh maybe its laura's voice. Perhaps its Tosan's gesticulations and the "really" words. Innocent's ever present shades makes me wonder whether it has a life of its own. Could it be the silent ones in class or the two class representatives of English Education? I may not ever get to know, I'm pretty sure some people might get upset if their names are not here, let me assure you that I recognise you, I just have a problem with names. I guess that's what the department has turned me into. And for some reasons I may never know why I chose English Arts even though Adedun can decide to peep from his glasses, telling me how he can see me lying through my nose. Alright, Alright. In the end, (oh its ending now) I am a student of The English Language because of my personal interest and because you all have made it worthwhile. Big ups to God for being so nice. Muah!

Being a student of The English Language

Sometimes I would question myself about the course I chose. Could it be the baritone voice of Azumurana that did it? Or the ever confused teaching of Daramola?. Maybe it's the sincerity and craziness oozing out of Alimi's lips or the secret loudness in the voice of Aribisala. Maduabuchi in his silent almost whispering voice would say King Oedipus had to do what he did. Whereas the novel of ideas lecturer(wonder why his name never sticks to my head) aha! Patrick Oloko! would in a permanent smile wink sarcastically at students in class. Anyaokwu adjusting his glasses and his usual "that's just the wayridiz" would keep reminding us of China Achebe's beautiful book; Things Fall Apart. Maybe Afolayan and her jovial drama self or maybe the Adeoye, Anyagbua and Shodipe would have preferred teaching another course rather than Language, Phonetics or Drama. Is it the beautiful essay lecturer with a Ghananian intonation or Adeoye the ever confused lecturer? Could it be the cool character of Austin Nwagbara? Or the constant reminder we get to add a title to their names; Professor, Doctor, Chief... Is it the strange looking glasses of Pearce or the uncertain nature of Sir Kofoworola. Or maybe the beauty of the students in class. The inquisitive Tobi or the quiet Samuels. Maybe it is the little beautiful eyes of Rahman the class rep or the general mischief makers. Could it be my newly discovered male cliques?Patrick, Kunle, Taiwo, David, Joseph, Funbi?. Patrick's hustle-bad boy/ innocent beneath all that camouflage look? Funbi's big round poking eyeballs?, David's beautiful gap tooth?, Kunle's smile leaving one breathless? Joseph's dark beautiful skin? Or Taiwo's pink lips?. Could it be Ruth and Seun with their unending cravings for cake and music? Or Cynthia's oppressive boobs or Emmanuel's intimidating shortness. Maybe its Uzomma's "I'm not even here" look or Ifeoma's constant pulling of my hair. Perhaps its Kunbi and Deji, crazy in their strange ways. Could it be Giwa with her troublesome character or Ayobami's tightening hugs?. Oh maybe its laura's voice. Could it be the silent ones in class or the two class representatives of English Education. I may not ever get to know, I'm pretty sure some people might get upset if their names are not here, let me assure you that I recognise you, I just have a problem with names. I guess that's what the department has turned me into. And for some reasons I may never know why I chose English Arts even though Adedun can decide to peep from his glasses, telling me how he can see me lying through my nose. Alright, Alright. In the end, (oh its ending now) I am a student of The English Language because of my personal interest and because you all have made it worthwhile. Big ups to God for being so nice. Muah!

Being a student of The English Language

Sometimes I would question myself about the course I chose. Could it be the baritone voice of Azumurana that did it? Or the ever confused teaching of Daramola?. Maybe it's the sincerity and craziness oozing out of Alimi's lips or the secret loudness in the voice of Aribisala. Maduabuchi in his silent almost whispering voice would say King Oedipus had to do what he did. Whereas the novel of ideas lecturer(wonder why his name never sticks to my head) aha! Patrick Oloko! would in a permanent smile wink sarcastically at students in class. Anyaokwu adjusting his glasses and his usual "that's just the wayridiz" would keep reminding us of China Achebe's beautiful book; Things Fall Apart. Maybe Afolayan and her jovial drama self or maybe the Adeoye, Anyagbua and Shodipe would have preferred teaching another course rather than Language, Phonetics or Drama. Is it the beautiful essay lecturer with a Ghananian intonation or Adeoye the ever confused lecturer? Could it be the cool character of Austin Nwagbara? Or the constant reminder we get to add a title to their names; Professor, Doctor, Chief... Is it the strange looking glasses of Pearce or the uncertain nature of Sir Kofoworola. Or maybe the beauty of the students in class. The inquisitive Tobi or the quiet Samuels. Maybe it is the little beautiful eyes of Rahman the class rep or the general mischief makers. Could it be my newly discovered male cliques?Patrick, Kunle, Taiwo, David, Joseph, Funbi?. Patrick's hustle-bad boy/ innocent beneath all that camouflage look? Funbi's big round poking eyeballs?, David's beautiful gap tooth?, Kunle's smile leaving one breathless? Joseph's dark beautiful skin? Or Taiwo's pink lips?. Could it be Ruth and Seun with their unending cravings for cake and music? Or Cynthia's oppressive boobs or Emmanuel's intimidating shortness. Maybe its Uzomma's "I'm not even here" look or Ifeoma's constant pulling of my hair. Perhaps its Kunbi and Deji, crazy in their strange ways. Could it be Giwa with her troublesome character or Ayobami's tightening hugs?. Oh maybe its laura's voice. Could it be the silent ones in class or the two class representatives of English Education. I may not ever get to know, I'm pretty sure some people might get upset if their names are not here, let me assure you that I recognise you, I just have a problem with names. I guess that's what the department has turned me into. And for some reasons I may never know why I chose English Arts even though Adedun can decide to peep from his glasses, telling me how he can see me lying through my nose. Alright, Alright. In the end, (oh its ending now) I am a student of The English Language because of my personal interest and because you all have made it worthwhile. Big ups to God for being so nice. Muah!