Mara's Classics

  Episode 2 "Attention, 025 Jacksonites! It is with deep regret that I announce the cancellation of all possible classes. And, by the power invested in me, Chukwuralu Jordan, your class captain, I declare today... Lecture free!" Nonye rolled her eyes at the message on her screen. Why did the dude have to be so dramatic, she wondered. What pissed her off was the hundreds of reactions his proclamation always got. "What's the fuss? Fridays are always lecture free. No lecture or rumour of lecture has held or probably ever will!" Nonye fumed. "Did Jordan send you another message?" Chisom asked. Nonye looked across her to the left corner of the room where her roomie was sitting and staring at her. Nonye grimaced tightly when the consciousness of having fumed out loud discovered her. "Not just me. The entire class," Nonye grumbled and got off her bed to pull on a yellow sweater comfortably. "I thought you were over that," Chisom's baby

Episode 1 "Every den has its shadows. Even UNN. When the sun shines and the lamps blink to life, you can't see it. But if you look close enough, you catch a glimpse of it flitting from corner to edge. It reeks of mysteries that must be explored. The Biblical question though, 'Whom shall I send?' Well, here I am." Nonye Iloh, a 300 level student of the department of mass communication smiled and flexed her shoulders as she shifted in her secluded seat at the FASA quadrangle. She stretched her neck over the stone wall of the poster color sprinkled seat and looked at the sea of students. Not one of them was wearing blue and black like she was. "Perfect," she whispered and pocketed her green pouched phone fondly in her black handbag. Then she brushed her relaxed hair back into the scrunchie and stood up. The coast was finally clear to return to her hostel. Well, it wasn't like her coursemates were going to interrupt her on her way back. Still, she didn&#

PECKIE 025 JACKSONITE 💙🖤✨ In a class room, you can find a lot of personalities. The cool. The intelligent. The beautiful. The famous. The charismatic and the notorious. Then there are other students who simply don't get enough attention. They just come and go. Their voices are almost never heard and their faces barely noticed. Why are they so, insignificant? "Hi," a cute and smallish caramel brown girl with lovely glasses broke my chain of thoughts unexpectedly. She smiled and I smiled back. She was one of the personalities of my class that stood in the shadows of the prominent few. Like me. "Hello," I said and tried to match her face with a list of names my course mates answered. I couldn't pick one though. "Can I sit here?" she asked kindly. "Sure," I said and let her move behind the desk and sit beside me. Then we continued our wait for the MAC 222 lecturer. As we waited, I observed my companion, out of habit. One minute, she was scr

  Maestro 025 Jacksonite; D.O.G, MACSA 2023/2024  @real_maestro (Instagram) THOUGHTS OF A MAESTRO (P.S. Not A Diary) 😌 Page 1 . Define purpose. An object to be reached? A target or goal? The reason for existence? These answers, questions in themselves, set my mind pacing. They launch me on a mission of self discovery. They seethe my adrenaline, ready for a kill. My prey is my goal, my target, my reason for existence... And I am the predator. I am not a lion though. No. My mane is fiercer. My claws dig deeper. My eyes pierce the toughest hide. I am no feline. I am the pride of the Father. I am a man of honour. I am a master of my art. I am a poet. I am... Maestro. Page 2. "What hast thou done on Earth?" My answer to this question when I was much younger was, "Nothing." Then I became the number one student in my elementary school in Lagos. It was a wonderful feeling when the peers that had looked down on me suddenly needed my consent and heeded my every comma

Nmeso 025 Jacksonite Record 1, Friday. Today, I got hit by a simple puzzle of a question, "Who are you?" Nmeso was my first response until the speaker who wanted me to engage my logical faculties asked further, "If you're asked to describe your personality, what can you say?" It's a puzzle and I hate leaving puzzles unsolved so here goes. Hi. My name is Nmesomachinyereuwa. I'm a student of Mass communication... (Pauses) Okay. That aside, if I were to describe myself, I would say I'm the beauty in "Black beauty." So, yeah. I'm a fine girl wey love Jesus. Emphasis on wey love Jesus 'cause I'm a Christian. Digging the surface, I would like to say I'm an antisocial socialist. I do love having intelligent discussions and socializing but a part of me keeps asking, what's the point when people can be so difficult? I love talking so I can't think of myself as an introvert. I also can't consider myself an extrovert either

"Pass through the school, and let the school pass through you." These were the words that started me off on a long, really long journey in my writing career. You see, I've been writing before, since I picked up a notebook as a little girl and scrawled, "Adanna the stubborn girl." Time flew by and I was already writing factious history on African colonization. Then... I got admission to study in the University of Nigeria, Nsukka. At first, I thought, this is the end of my writing career, but I was inspired by my Muse Giver to "write, write, write!" Here I am, one year later, writing. It's been a beautiful journey. It began on Feb 16, with...! TWELVE DAYS TO VALENTINE Read It was Valentine. My sis wanted us to celebrate so she dragged me (literally) to a Valentine Music Special. It was what I needed to breathe life to my Muse. Twelve Days to Valentine was inspired by the university culture which I was still new to. I loved the environment and kep

SPENZY King_spenzy (Instagram) I kicked a random stone as I headed to Achebe Court. Only semester 2 in "The den" and I was frustrated. Had social media been lying? What about the thrill and adventure of being a freshman? Was it really a facade or am I just unlucky cos my country's being run by a Jagaban? I sighed and stopped, thinking of the huge amount my parents had given the bank for my tuition. Dang! I could have started a business with that sum. I'd have been living large already. I... "Promise, wait up!" I looked as someone brushed past me. Wait. Tall, dark, handsome, black rimmed classes with white highlights. Was that...? "Hey! Excuse me for a second," I called out as I  rushed towards him. He stopped and looked at me curiously. I smiled. Beyond a doubt, I was before the winner of the Okwuluora scholarship. "You're Spenzy, right?" He smiled. "Mehn! I'm a huge fan, bro. I'd do anything to be you," I blurted wi

Special thanks to Dami Joshua and an anonymous friend for sponsoring this dream. I appreciate.   _Morning; February 16_ "3, 2, 1...," she counted gently with her eyes closed. Then she let out a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror. "Well, Christy. Don't you like it?" a pretty podgy woman with rosy cheeks and a matronly look about her asked. She was dressed in a royal purple suit; an attire befitting the mother of the bride. Christina studied her stone studded wedding dress with a lacey bodice and feathery skirt. The shoulder straps were creamy and held her delicately. The area around her waist was as tight as her lungs. Still, they made her very comely. "If you want, we can change it right away..." "Oh, mumkin. It's beautiful! It's just... I can't breathe," Christina said with a chuckle. "I understand, dear," her mother said and stroke the skirt of the wedding dress. " I felt the same way on my day. I was