READ THE LAST POST BY MAHUEMOLEN ODIBO – A Legal Affair

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Editor’s note: this was the last story entry of Mahuemolen Odibo, our dearest press colleague who passed on Thursday, 10th of August 2017 after a brief illness. This article was sent in before her death, but we decided that in her honour, it will be the final story that would be published by the 2016/2017 executive. Molen as she is fondly called will forever be in our hearts, Rest in Peace Molen.

 

A Legal Affair

Dating a boy in law especially one in your class is almost like you are having an illicit affair,  If you don’t want the whole faculty discussing your matter in gist of the day column. You  have to pass by each other like strangers, while exchanging secret smiles.

Each touch of the hand in public is a taboo, a  meeting in the library sitting far apart from each other, but still close enough for your eyes to inter lock, all the while texting or rather chatting time and venue to meet each other and who has to leave the library first, then meeting outside the library and going in different direction to the same sugar mama, where you can afford to be together cos its normal for friends to eat and play together.

Then your classmates / friends will start  asking if you guys are dating but you say no, cos the play play , mock/ yabs is becoming too much, as in baba that does not like left wing is suddenly in left wing, gisting with everybody around you…ahan but you say he is just toasting you and you like him small sha, but as guys who are bigger gossips than girls usually do, they will tell their friends and lobatan you haf cast then your free photocopy, lunch, dinner and lets take a stroll indomie increases or decreases depending on your other suitors quests for challenge.

Before you can spell love,  the break up happens and you know that all the hiding hiding dates was kids play and if there is no latest catch for either party, you have to keep up with appearances cos of suggestions, advice, looks pointing fingers at you so we will all know your gist  and question from strangers, until one party decides not to care about others opinions. However, if there is a next catch for the other party and you don’t have an immediate hotter catch, you haf turn to super story

Discussion4 Comments

  1. Just want to say/shout out a very big thank and also wish your club more of God’s blessings, for the honour shown to a fallen hero of a special spec whose PROMISING life was abruptly cut short at EKO HOSPITAL IKEJA Lagos due to glaring professional medical negligence exhibited on the night mare of 9th August 2017 btw the dark hours of 11pm- 9am (10th August).
    Mahuemolen…omame si odibo..my dearest baby girl. .I salute your courage, proud of the life
    You lived…the faces you humanely patted your signature SMILES through creative, artistry and witty words of poems and traditional African wears that endeared you as the ankara babe cum natural girl on unilag campus.
    Adieu…my baby girl.sleep on ! till we meet on resurrection morning where we shall not be parted any longer by man made omissions.
    Your sweetest mom.
    Cecilia Odibo (Mrs).

  2. Just want to say out a very big thank you and also wish your club more of God’s blessings, for the honour shown to a fallen hero of a special spec whose PROMISING life was abruptly cut short at EKO HOSPITAL IKEJA Lagos due to glaring professional medical negligence exhibited on the night mare of 9th August 2017 btw the dark hours of 11pm- 9am (10th August).
    Mahuemolen…omame si odibo..my dearest baby girl. .I salute your courage, proud of the life
    You lived…the faces you humanely patted your signature SMILES through creative, artistry and witty words of poems and traditional African wears that endeared you as the ankara babe cum natural girl on unilag campus . Especially when you INDIGENIOUSLY designed ‘SAZ bag’.
    Adieu…my baby girl.sleep on ! till we meet on resurrection morning where we shall not be parted any longer by man made omissions.
    Your sweetest mom.
    Cecilia Odibo (Mrs).

  3. Hum..yes my sweet sis..D warrior of the special spec you were. I luv U and remember U always “for you were a royal spade in my ocean bridge of life”..l respect ur ingenuity,Ur style of writing..prolific indeed U were…Ur great creativity especially when you wrote ur tilted peom..BACK TO THE ROOTS…for IRAWO- Ibadan. I can never forget when U indigenously designed and 1st produced in ankara prints a bag U culled ‘SAZ ‘bag …this still holds sway that brings me a lot of swag!..lady wrapping..wrapping!.wrapping notebks, Bible covers, sunglasses, jotters, ladies dressbags, earrings/bangles even condemned shoes to resurface new face..Hum! Self made entrepreneur you were…rocking Unilag campus as ur colleagues kept urging and asking for your products..Ma’mah..keep designing ooh..even with gold..cos I know U are in the city paved with gold where there is no more pain and sorrow but joyous and smiling face which was your known trade mark here as true to your name…Mahuemolen ..which means..’I/We Love You’.

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