When are we going to talk about the fact that federal universities especially OAU is just thriving on some old glory and are not progressing at all??
The same syllabuses from 30+ years ago are still being taught. No improvement. Still the old ways of teaching and learning
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If nothing is done about this CNG bus situation, next session’s balloting may turn chaotic. After that, illegal bedspace selling will likely follow, making things even worse.
Imagine students leaving hostels by 6am just to attend an 8am class while dealing with the country’s already weak security situation.
We are calling public attention to the unnecessary hardship OAU students have been subjected to. We never asked for CNG buses in the first place. If introduced, they should make life easier, not more difficult.
Please retweet for wider reach whether you are an OAU student or not. This affects us all.
That number 3!!!
Look at where the fourth person is being forced to sit.
CNG buses were designed for 3 per seat, we are being forced to sit 4 per seat.
No alternative transport means
Tricycles are always parked at campus gate, rarely used.
I am being forced to trek to religious ground except on Sundays.
This is not fair 😢
It appears that we, as Great Ife students, may be gradually becoming complacent on an issue that significantly affects a large portion of the student body,particularly those residing off-campus. There are a few concerns that deserve to be clearly articulated.
At the inception of this transportation system, several assurances were made to students:
1.That it would simplify and improve mobility across campus.
2.That the affordability would ease financial pressure and help students better manage their expenses.
3.That the “three passengers per seat” policy would offer a more comfortable alternative compared to town transport options.
However, the current reality starkly contrasts these promises.
Students are now confronted with conditions that can hardly be described as convenient rather, it feels like discomfort masked as progress. Bus operators have resorted to charging two tickets for routes such as the market or halls of residence, effectively reverting to previous, higher costs from the towngboro buses. The seating arrangement has also deteriorated, with four passengers now being squeezed into spaces originally designed for fewer people,not me trying to fit in back sit with no other transportation choice.
For students living off-campus, this situation has introduced an unexpected financial strain, as transportation expenses have noticeably increased. This raises an important question: how can students maintain academic focus when something as fundamental as transportation has become a daily struggle?
Furthermore, one must question the core purpose of introducing the CNG buses if not to enhance student welfare. Why are student representatives met with resistance or threats instead of clear, constructive explanations regarding the evolving transportation policies? And if motorcycles are already present on campus, what justifies the sudden restriction on their use for student transport?
In a federal institution, student convenience and welfare should not be overshadowed by profit-driven considerations. The current situation is untenable, and students deserve transparent communication, accountability, and, most importantly, practical solutions.
A man was guaranteed Jannah three nights in a row.
It wasn't for his tahajjud.
It wasn't for his fasting.
It wasn't for his charity.
The Sahabah were desperate to know why.
People are mad in this Lagos😂😂
I entered N300 bus to lyana ipaja. Moments later, another big bus began calling N200. Conductor held the door from outside and refused to let us join the N200 bus.
'Ko possible', he said, calling other touts to help him hold the door.
David sits in his car. The engine is off, but he hasn't moved for ten minutes.
He is parked in the driveway of the house he pays for, staring at the front door. Inside, the lights are warm. He can see the silhouette of his wife, Sarah, moving in the kitchen. He can see his daughter watching TV. It looks like a perfect life.
But David isn't soaking it in. He is hyperventilating.
He grips the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white. He is taking these ten minutes to put the "mask" back on.
At work today, he lost a major client. The company is downsizing. He might not have a job in three months. The panic is a physical weight on his chest, crushing his lungs. He wants to walk inside, fall into Sarah’s arms, and say, "I’m scared. I don’t know if I can keep holding this up. I need you to tell me it’s going to be okay."
But he doesn't.
He remembers three years ago. His mother died. He broke down in front of Sarah. He cried. Really cried. He saw the look in her eyes shift. From comfort to fear.
The "Rock" had crumbled, and she didn't know how to look at him anymore. The attraction faded for months.
He learned his lesson: He is allowed to be sad, but he is not allowed to be helpless.
So, in the darkness of the driveway, David swallows the panic. He fixes his tie. He checks his reflection in the rearview mirror and practices the smile. The "I'm fine" smile.
He opens the car door and walks inside.
"Hey, honey! You're late," Sarah says, not looking up from her phone. "Did you remember to transfer the tuition fees? The school sent a reminder."
She didn't bother to ask how he is.
"Yeah, I did it," David says, kissing her cheek. She accepts the kiss, but she doesn't lean into it. That moment, he felt like he is just part of the furniture. A utility provider that keeps the lights on.
Later that night, in bed, David reaches out. He runs his hand down her arm, starving for a touch that isn't transactional. He just wants to feel desired. He wants to know he matters.
Sarah sighs. A heavy, annoyed sigh. "David, I'm exhausted. The kids were a nightmare today. Can we just sleep?"
He pulls his hand back immediately, humiliated. The "Beggar Dynamic" kicks in. He feels gross for even asking. He turns his back to her, staring at the wall.
Lying there, in the house he built, next to the woman he loves, David realizes the terrifying truth:
If he died tomorrow, they would miss him.
But if he went broke tomorrow, hmm...
He realizes he isn't loved unconditionally like his daughter or the dog. He is on a performance contract. As long as the payments clear, he is allowed to stay.
He closes his eyes. The panic returns. But he stays silent.
Because the only safe space he has left is inside his own head.
I am sincerely shaken by the way life has become useless and worthless in Nigeria. When soldiers tell us "bloody Civilians", we know they say it with an air of superiority complex which makes people believe that a soldiers life is worth something at least. Imagine how much we believed is the worth of the life of a commissioned Military officer.
It beggars understanding how a rag tag army of terrorists captures a BRIGADIER GENERAL on duty and have the effonterry of broadcasting his murder to the whole world. Flags aren't flying at low Mast, President and Commander-in-Chief isn't addressing the nation and trying to boost the obviously low morale of our service men, bombs are not dropping immediately on the camps of these evil beasts and sending them to hell where they belong. Simply put, the Nation is trying to move on as if nothing has happened.😭
Now the Military whom he served is carrying on with photo ops of a continuous Episode of 'Soldier weekly. Another episode 46 then next episode 47. The jokes write themselves.😭😭😭😭
One can easily see how and why once competitive push to join our reverred Nigerian Army has become a tasteless endeavour for many Nigerians with the Military now going around doing crusades like new generation Church founder seeking members.
How are the mighty fallen. Rest on Brig. General M. Uba.
Honestly, if you let men decide, they’ll attend their own wedding in the same clothes they’ve had for years,
Wetin concern them with new clothes. no stress, no pressure 😭😂
1. The illusion of choice: we think we have a lot of options, especially with social media and dating apps. We are quick to move on at every of our partners flaws.
2. The 80/20 rule. If you don’t know what that is, that’s your 1st mistake. Check this thread. I’ll explain 🙏🏾