WE GO DEY ALRIGHT
By: Bello Aishat
WE
GO DEY ALRIGHT
After complaining of having lectures from dawn till dusk, "we go dey alright", the consolation statement is readily available for Uites to always make them feel better.
A lecturer concducted a snap test the one time you skipped class, "we go dey alright".
Even when you
believe you did badly in an exam; “we go sha dey alright”.
A statement of
hope, resignation and consolation all rolled into one. I didn't really
understand the sentiment behind the statement especially when some context
indicates that you will most likely not be alright. I mean, what was the point?
But I get it now. In fact, I relate to that statement on the deepest level
possible. It is like how everyone says "God abeg" but some people
feel the intensity and desperation behind those two words.
I had just gotten back to my hostel around 5pm from a full day of lectures, boiling with anger because there was no light, no water and my intestines were weeping from hunger. I decided to settle for fufu because all I had to do was to just dish the soup. There was also the added advantage that I would not need to eat till lunch the next day because of how heavy fufu is. I had just dipped the first morsel into the soup when the door opened and my friend came in "guy abeg, join class, my data has finished". I paused with the food halfway to my mouth "which class again?" I asked close to tears now. She looked at me like I was crazy "205 na…5-7, don't tell me you haven't been joining, we have assignment that is due tomorrow sef". Just then I flashed back to the time I was registering my courses. I remembered picking a 205. I don't know how long the class has been going on without my knowledge, probably when the third timetable for the semester was released. I don't know what the assignment was about and I was too tired to care.
I sighed and threw
the fufu into my mouth savoring the taste as it slid down my throat, tomorrow
is still far away. I hoped someone would be gracious enough to let me dub theirs.
My friend, perhaps noticing my apathy smiled in sympathy "Pele my dear, we
go dey alright" she said and left my room.
"We go dey
alright" I repeated silently as the second morsel made its way down my
throat. Secretly, I hope it's more than mere words that truly we will be
alright.

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