No One Gets A In His Course Except God - The Trials of Nigerian Students
As much this is a soliloquy expression of my personal journey through Nnamdi Azikiwe University, UNIZIK it pretty much summaries the reality of campus life of every Nigerian Student who meets the trials surrounding the walls of tertiary Institution.
I wish I would sleep and wake up to discover that society didn't place much premium on acquiring a University education than it places on just getting knowledge, that the conventional education isn't used as a measure of smartness and intelligence and also a Springboard to success.
Success is subjective I believe.
The expectations on the student is more than he can bear, but does the society understand? I don't think, their idealism seems to block their eyes to realism.
He finishes College with the hopes of not spending more than a few months at home, the first indication that he is on his own is when he waits for years just to be given an opportunity to "suffer".
Finally he is admitted, sighs of relief, songs of thanksgiving, advices pour in , expectations rise high, hopes are ignited, passion becomes fired.
He jets off with the- either a first class or nothing mindset. The environment at first looks like an expectant predator with his prey in full sight.
First shock: You are on your own
Second Shock: This is a jungle, a free world, no one cares.
Third Shock: You can do whatever you wish.
He is tempted to bask in the euphoria of finally being a student, but Mum's word are like an alarm to him. So he is stuck in between exploring his fantasies and remembering the child of who he is. So he mellows down.
The first lecture comes and he is informed that no one gets A in the course except God, that's a rude awakening , first class is under threat. And when the results show up, his fears is either confirmed or debunked.
But that is for another day.
Most times we don't see the person behind the student, the person who hasn't had it easy, the one who is psychologically disturbed due to background, the one on the throes of self discovery but looking like he may never succeed, it is like a miry clay, the more you try getting out, the more you sink.
He sees his hopes crashing before his very eyes, his expectations getting hurt.
Does anyone ever understand that the student beyond the pages of books is like a nymph struggling to survive, there are emotions to manage, self to discover, potentials to maximise, expectations to meet and of course the first class to get.
Everyday he is reminded that there is no ready job waiting for him, What then is the rationality of being in school?
He is told to seek independence through entrepreneurship and still expected to be a top class student.
He is expected to be balanced, creating an equilibrium of the Spirit because God is ultimate, Soul because that is the seat of knowledge and Wisdom, body because he needs to keep fit.
The struggle continues , his body suffers because he needs to give priority to the mind, after enjoying the normal plate of Spaggheti, he has to choose between taking a nap and writing a fifteen page assignment after a full day lecture, he remembers family who look up to him and so he sits still on his table drooling Saliva on his book.
The next day he rushes to class, sits still and just waits for the attendance to be marked.
His emotions are on a roller coaster. How easy is it to be a student.
Pocket money down, hand outs to get, textbooks to buy, food to buy, and still the first class to make.
The Landlord just informed them of an increment in rent, how bad can it get.
That is the Student we don't know, the one who has to make a 75% attendance benchmark, Give him some respite, the world didn't start with him and won't end with him either.
Allow him be.
Let him grow, let him flow and let him know.
Aluta continua, Victoria ascerta.