An Open Letter To Ekiti State University From The Sullied Students
Dear Ekiti State University,
I hope this letter finds you in a tranquil environment, where conscience ebbs on every man. I hope it drops on you and travels you back to certain memories of your young self, standing in front of your guidance, with perhaps, your backpacks, as your hollow mouth sprouts promises of a better day and success in your academy.
Blessed be unto the Lord who brought you from that far away land where promises and wishes grow in the hollow mouths.
However, there has been a panoramic, serious, heart-wrenching news that’s zooming across, with your name boldly written on it.
It has found an abode in many mouths, my mouth is not excluded, which is why I dusted off my pen and book, to inform you, just as a little boy would tell his parents when heard something peculiarly good or bad about them.
This is my assignment, and I hope you find it pleasant and if not pleasant, challenging — since it’s the collection of the sullied voices.
It is Indubitably, yet febrile that there are some groups of young people allegedly called ‘students’ that are not in school purposely to create great awareness.
Most have served their mind to the devil and watched it being chopped off by a myriad of bad orientations and ideas. Many have stooped lowly to the baloney that failure is, but a must occurrence in their lot, which is why they are ready, like magnet and metal to drag it closer to themselves — some bunches run aimlessly around with short focuses and iota of confidence, they are like a fallen leaf dangles around by air.
This, in no way, means there are not bunches of great minds, who walk daily looking for any available trails to set ablaze; huddles to jump, ribbons to tear and mountains to hike. These are people who’s mind is a soil that grows memory of their various homes that were built for them, and how they intend to rescue the ones who live beneath them. This school, to some, is the last birthright — upon which a myriad of hopes is laced.
An Open Letter To Ekiti State University From The Sullied Students
Neglecting those who have intended to drag themselves into the mud of failure, shall I tell you how sullied the hearts of the innocent, yet decisive and brilliant ones have suffered? While some are still walking on the hot coal orchestrated by ‘you’, I hope you pardon my fouled mouth, but may we be outspoken when it’s genuinely needed.
A couple of days ago, my head was under examination which made me halt so many assignments including writing. I stopped running my time on social media, trying to get my time saved — since success is the main chase.
During my examination, I heard several students complaining, attesting their fear of the system that provides room for missing scripts, and voluntary failure among others.
Having heard this, fear clutches me, I don’t know if it genuinely did to my fellow brothers at that moment. I later noticed it does, when a female friend called me and asked me if I would be chanced for prayer to sanctify mercy on our scripts.
This was when I pulled off my innocent mindset that no amount of prayer could work after a student has submitted his/her script. Up till now, every minute I think of my examination, I am struck deeply from within. This is my mother EKSU, I can’t possibly imagine the number of students undergoing this type of momentary terrors.
Not only that, fear grabbed my spine when I read the story of a man who finished from ‘EKSU’ some years ago, the result of one of his courses was withheld but after a couple of years, he came to find that the course result has been released and that he failed — what’s his lot?
Lest I mollycoddle, EKSU (Ekiti State University) portal could be equated to the life of an imbecile, whose life is known for its instability. The stress it has generated is a babel of pain carried around by the students.
Currently, tons of students have not been to verify their payments, ask some of them, they would link their stress and failure to the portal.
While this letter would allow this particular issue to slip away or go untouched. How disheartening is it for a whole institution to have no public toilets? I was a ‘Johnny Just Come (JJC)’ when I asked one of my friends to take me to where I could use the lavatory. His response was sheer laughter.
The laughter was so intense that he billowed and held his stomach… Before he could expose me to the reality of the campus — no toilet! What dawned on me at that moment was a bunch of questions which I hope as this letter reaches your side and gets its soothing answers:
Do you think students are robots? Do you think they do not deserve well-being? Are they not entitled to better amenities?
Can portal issues be tackled with sincere and certified personnel? Could you please help reduce the area of prayers? — or should we continue praying that pee should not hold us on campus?
To this end, this letter is not about a single voice, rather it is the collection of all pained, sullied and demystified heart that hopes for better days and institution where they would be able to work with rest of mind, and success… I hope to be on the safe side.
Yours faithfully,
Olaitan Minkail
An Open Letter To Ekiti State University From The Sullied Students