Unforgettable Memories of my first day at ABU Zaria.

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By Zakari Alhaji Usman

Beginning from the Hanwa bridge in Zaria, I registered every sight and scenery in my subconscious mind like a blind man who just regained his sight. ABU was expansive and beautiful even from outside.

I strolled in with some gaiety and a high dose of confidence I think, though awestruck by the magnificence and elegance of the architectural structures.

I wondered how such surgical precision and measured exactitude was deployed into the outlay and pattern that defined the physical environment of this great citadel of learning.

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I was fascinated at the skills of the gardeners for the flowers adorning the front of the hostels and the ears of the footpaths displayed similar patterns of hair cut and the branches well-manicured. Woah! This is it! I said.

Even the people of this community moved like they were choreographed. They crisscrossed and meandered about in such rhythmic splendor I got lost watching. Amazing!

I moved around taking in every bit of the glamorous sights and the detailed array of faculty buildings.

Day 1 of University is exciting. I asked for direction to SGRS (School of General and Remedial Studies) with a tinge of noticeable arrogance in my tone ‘make dem no go think say this one na JJC’.

I moved around as described but halted at the sight of an edifice I was to later discover was Kashim Ibrahim Library fondly called in local parlance as KIL.

Unforgettable Memories of my first day at ABU Zaria
The Kashim Ibrahim Library

How can a library be this gigantic? What exactly does it harbour? Maybe there is also a printing press within, or a book shop or something more than just books.

People milled around the entrance in a manner that reminded me of days when Eldorado cinema showed Bruce Lee movies.
I moved. I will find out about this building and all its mysteries someday.

A few feet from the SGRS building and the lecture theatre a glimpse of which I already had, was a well-delineated, highly decorated garden with an assorted assemblage of sculptures.

They called it the sculpture garden but beyond the spectacle of intricately molded and perfectly shaped figures, some of which starred menacingly and directly at me was the pairing of smartly dressed well-spoken students mostly around their early 20s or less.

Each male with a female pair all gesticulating to the blaring music and occasionally masticating the pull off from the sticked-barbecue.
Waoh again! Things are interesting out here.

I remember how the NCO (the school disciplinary officer) almost peeled the skins off my gluteal muscles with several strokes of the cane back in high school for “lapping” a classmate during lunch break even as an SS3 student and here are these guys flaunting their girlfriends and no one seems to even notice.

By the time I made it to the school, the registration line was endless and I was famished. I reluctantly joined the queue but it never got to my turn on day 1.

Zakari Alhaji Usman


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