TWITTER: A BALM FOR MY WEARY SOUL
Oh Twitter.
My most favourite site in the whole wide world.
This site saved me especially during the tedious process of coming to terms with moving back and the duration of law school itself.
'Moving back to Nigeria for law school. Sacre bleu!'
'As I'm moving back, I better pack sunscreen or I will look like Christmas turkey.'
'Kai, so these people want us to wear black and white everyday in that hot sun? Do they want to fry us?'
'I shan't be posh anymore. I shall become an Ireti with h-factor :'('
These were some of the tweets by future students like me and they warmed the cockles of my soul as I sniggered and nodded and laughed till I cried helplessly at them.
The black and white issue was the hardest to bear. So, the law school has a dresscode. Not only do we have to look corporate like we're off to work everyday of the week at some tax office (except on Fridays when we can wear our native or traditional attires), but this corporate look was strictly black and white.
Yup, you read correctly.
For the girls and/or women, a black skirt that's knee-length or longer. Never shorter. A white long-sleeved shirt - can be short-sleeved but never sleeveless or capped. It can also be a black shirt. Tops or vest tops can be worn but one will have to wear a black cardigan or jumper or suit jacket as they are not 'fit and proper' on their own (you shall be seeing more of this phrase 'fit and proper' as we go on). Black shoes, not excessively high and definitely not peep-toed. It's a school not a club! Hair must be 'guided' ie must be packed. No strand must be allowed to 'fly about. It is not (yes, you got it) fit and proper.
For the lads, a proper full-on suit. If not, then a long-sleeved white shirt with a black tie and black trousers. And proper black shoes and a black belt. We are aspirants to the Nigerian Bar and must dress accordingly.
What a pile of tosh, but sadly these were the rules.
You can imagine the frustration with which we all took to twitter when we read this considering how hot it is, not just in Nigeria but especially in Bwari, Abuja. We were indeed going to fry.
For me, it was doubly worse as I had no white shirt. Not one. Black was not really a problem as it was (and is) my favourite colour but white? Nunh-unh. Oh, and I hate shopping. So this meant I had to order clothes by the dozen and hope that they all fit. Remember that all this was sort of last minute so there was no way I could return whatever I ordered back if they were the wrong size.
When I think of how much I spent on clothes, shoes, suitcases, stationery, groceries... I'm figuratively tearing my hair out now as I remember.
To make things even more worse (for lack of an appropriate description), the skirts were a tad big for me. And I had ordered almost ten. The shirts were okay but all the vest tops I ordered all stopped at my midriff. And I had ordered loads.
Egad!
'So have they told us how the registration process is going to be?'
'Is it not Nigeria? Registration process oshi wo? When we get there we will see now.'
'Come, I can't go and die there oh. I'm still struggling to sort out this application form. Why is it even in Bwari? Why can't it be in the city?'
'This registration is for how long? I am not going to sleep on the field oh. I must get my own room.'
See the trend? A lot of us were worried about registration and this brings me to my next memory...
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