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By Olaleye Feranmi  Honestly, I’ve been asking myself this same question: what exactly are we celebrating, sef? I’ve searched deeply for an answer, but I couldn’t find any. So, I decided to throw the question open to everyone. Yes, today marks 65 years since Nigeria gained independence in 1960, a milestone that should ordinarily call for joy, reflection, and gratitude. But when we look around, can we truly say we’ve made meaningful progress as a nation? Does it really warrant celebrating? Let’s be honest with ourselves; what are we celebrating? Are we celebrating the state of our education sector, which once produced some of the best scholars in Africa but is now struggling for survival? According to UNESCO, Nigeria currently has over 20 million out-of-school children, the highest in the world. Public universities are underfunded, while students live in constant fear of another ASUU strike. Our public schools, from primary to tertiary, are dilapidated, lacking basic fac...

By Makinde Timileyin Life can be depicted in numerous ways, but for me, it resembles a tune, a performance, and a bazaar. As a tune, life consists of various notes and tempos. At times, the words seem absent, leaving us to seek significance. Yet once the words are found, we revel in satisfaction, living sincerely and with intention. Some individuals discover these words early and are celebrated, while others pursue them tirelessly, never truly uncovering them until they return to the Supreme Being, who alone evaluates all. As a marketplace, life is filled with valuables; gold, silver, and endless resources that facilitate existence. However, in this bazaar, nothing is free; the more valuable the item, the steeper the cost. After shopping, each person returns to their origin. This is why, when someone passes away, we say they have “gone home,” holding onto the hope of a joyful reunion someday. Life is also akin to a grand theater. Each of us plays a character in an unseen na...

By Olaleye feranmi It is inevitable to say that freshers get highly curious when expecting their first-semester results. Meanwhile, it is a normal thing. After doing about 8 to 10 courses in the first semester, while juggling a series of activities like registration, orientation, matriculation, and other extracurricular activities, and still going to classes at the same time, it becomes very hard for students to attend classes regularly. Most students don’t start attending some classes until the 4th or 5th week, when the course has already progressed significantly. Oftentimes, when you hear students conversing among themselves and asking about the classes they've attended and the ones they haven't, you'll notice that the number of classes they've attended is quite low compared to the ones they've missed. You'll hear things like, "I can’t kill myself," "We’ll cross the bridge when we get there," and many more phrases like that. Eve...

By Gbadero, Rukaya Abike The Department of Special Education holds a welcome back program for persons with disabilities on 10th September, 2025, at Room 33 in the Faculty of Education, New Building. Key attendees included the host of the program, Mr. Adeyinka Adewole (SUG 2021/2022 President), the former NASES President, and the executives of the department. The event commenced at exactly 11:30 AM with Miss Olaleye Suliyat, the department's Academic Director, giving the opening remarks, while Miss Oguh Precious took over as the M.C of the program. Miss Precious welcomed all students present, both from the department and other departments. She also introduced the esteemed guests: the former SUG President, the former NASES President (2023/2024), and the host, Mr. Adeboye Temidayo. The event proceeded with the recitation of the national anthem. There was a random selection of persons with disabilities to share their experiences. Olaleye Feranmi, from the Depart...

By Gbadero, Rukaya Abike The cold wind whispers morning and night, It's easy to keep erasing the alarm's call, It's hard to believe it's the deed to espouse to the call of the weather. What blankets hug with gentle embrace has caused? In pillow’s might, a sweet nap echo,  Slow in pace, espoused dancing dreams. Alarm tick, the weather still yawns a sleepy grey, That time, relentless, ticks away. Books unopened, ink untouched, alarm cries as lamps still dim, Exams await where no room to skim. You student, the bed sounds good, right? In chilly hours before the time knocks. Regret walks in through slumber's gates. You rise, too late, with hurried dance, Wishing you had read instead of bed. Beyond the sheet, enjoyed the comfort to your taste. Oh, You uites, Let sloth be shed, And build your dreams beyond those bed. Say No to your pillow’s soothing song. And lay a (bed) where you belong. Let blankets wait, let warmth be earned, Jack from pages turned and lesso...

By Gbadero, Rukayat Abike. Back and forth in turbulent change, To and fro in disordered range, Roaming haphazardly with life's diaries, Dancing steadily, here and there, to life's harmonies, With heavy hearts singing hope and fading doubt, Hoping weeks of resumption not to go in vain. Listening to the life's calls, With heavy beats in parched souls, In imagination to respect National anthem, Childlike, Shading life's diaries in every corner as roses, Dipping in to pick up life's permit, In imagination to voter's card, Forcing one's way to lead the life's queue, Recalling to peep on the daily bread, In an imagination tied to the National pledge. With life assurance in the inner being, Shading away fears to create a pleasant atmosphere, In imagination to sunday service. All looking here and there to recollect Daily bread, Penning thoughts swiftly on life's comment, With hopes for a peaceful write-up. life diary ( books peruse for examinatio...