Years
ago while on my matriculation groove, the ‘staylites’ (as opposed to the
Jambites) were singing: “Matriculation nor be convocation; matriculation nor be
convocation; matriculation nor be convocation; somebody go kpai.” At that time
I felt: “Who cares? Let’s celebrate today’s joys and face tomorrow’s problems
when it comes.” Anyways, years later I understood the full meaning of that
song. ‘No be small thing o.’
‘See,
na joke! I nor dey oh.’ There was this guy, he was a staylite. He had a younger
brother who was a Jambite. They went to a convocation ceremony together. Before
they left home, they agreed on a code of communication:
1st class degree = I too know
2nd class upper degree = I pass them
2nd class lower degree = I am loyal
3rd class degree = I don’t care
Pass
= I was there
Fail
= The Devil is a liar.
When
they got to the ceremony, they went inside the Auditorium.
Jambite
pointed to some guys grinning from molar to molar, Staylite said: ‘I too know.’
Jambite pointed to some sitting close to the podium, Staylite: ‘I pass them.’
Jambite
looked behind him, Staylite: ‘I am loyal.’
Finally,
they came out. Jambite saw so many people with convocation gowns standing
outside taking pictures and partying. Jambite: ‘Why are they standing outside
when the actual ceremony is going on inside? Staylite: ‘I don’t care.’
Not long
after that they heard some guys with convocation gowns whining about the
lecturers and administrative staffs that who took part in a procession in and
out of the hall. Staylite introduced them as the ‘I was there’ crew.
At
the back of the Auditorium, Jambite saw a group of boys and girls. They were
praying, singing, binding, and exorcising. Jambite pointed at them. Staylite:
‘Stop staring at them. The Devil is a liar.’
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