Bismillahi..
To my dearest course mates KASU/11/MCM;
Before we disappear into the larger world, I thought it
wise delivering my final words to my esteemed
classmates, may be for the last time.
Prayer gave me an inner security of passing examinations. hardwork taught me
things about myself that I could have learned no other
way. I discovered that I had a strong will, and more
discipline than I had suspected; I also found out that I
had friends whose value was truly above the president of Nigeria. The knowledge that you have emerged wiser
and stronger from set backs means that you are, ever
after, secure in your ability to survive. You will never
truly know yourself, or the strength of ur
relationships, until both have been tested by
adversity.
With a great
pleasure I write to you this day.
Allah is the bringer and taker of everything. Will you remebers those eight semesters? Where are those 72 courses that we all sad for examination? what ever
happenings had happened; now it remain no more but the history. We are deeply separated from those realities.
I remembered the first day i entered lecture hall, it was Dr Sani bello's class whose taking us writting for mass media. Just 30 minutes after lecture started Dr Bello asked us to tear a sheet of paper because he want to give us a test. Hmmm... This is an order of the day for me because i knew nothing and i dont even know my matric Number. Why? Because i registered late. I registered one week to mid semseter break and that same day i entered Lecture hall. It was 30 minutes test but i spend 15 minutes reading and reading that test Question.
I love KASU class of 2011, I love KASU students and more importantly i love Mass comm students espicially class of 2011. Today mass comm class of 2011
you are the greatest set of people in my heart, may be
because I do not have you any longer. I must confess
the involuntariness of this expression, defined by my dismay that the usual platform I have always
freely exploited to see you and sound words of joke to
your ears is now exhausted. Or, my huge reluctance
to say goodbye, as it is very human. It is no more free!
I remembered my skul family, Siriki (Yako) and his wife which is my daughter Yarinyar Kirki (Salima), my former wife Cwt Kajuru but i divorced her and went for Rabin Rai (Raliya) and letter for Darling Deejah (Khadijah). My Mother (Lantana) My family is not yet over, i have two grand childrens; Hajara Sambo and Dikko (Matsalar gidana). That stubborn Siriki (Murry) and Mummy (Amina Mikail).
My
biggest fear is the possibility which those older than
us have always recognized, that we might not see
each other again but i hope i will be with you. Some are morethan friends to me, Xsalam is among them, Ibrahim Abubakar, Usman Suleman, Mubaraq Ja'e, Ibrahim isyaku and Danj.
Where should i see my Aunties again, Aunty Siyama, Aunty Meenah, Aunty Fatima Ahmad or Aunty Hannah, Aunty Rukkayyah, aunty Salome, Aunty Nana.
I have always “belonged to
everybody and belong to no body” in the class. But I still have
people we have people that remain freash in my life. I like Shehu (Jakada) and His Qorafi, Richifa and his kindness, Minister and his problems, Fauziyya, Lere and his Heart brake, Zeem and her beauty, Ja'afar and his Buhari's hatred, Zuntu and her Kw... (Bashir Abdullahi), Dari and her precious time, TJ and his zaman daki and Shanono.
It just
occurred to me that before we spray more than our
imaginations, I should thank you all for the years and everything that communed us through.
Kurah and his MTN data, Karu and his Yahoo yahoo, T.C and his matsala, that man of Jere, Zatiyok and her Lenova, Nasir (dad), Etim and his wireless, that of precious, oga Ishaku, wasila, , darling Queen, Jama'are and his destination, Big Number, Halima Saeed, All Aishas, Fahita, all Aminas Victor, Cobjay, leo, haj Hadiza, Mariam, Susan, Aisha Maiwada, Giwa, Ismail, Asiya, All Sani's, Angulu, Mark, Nur, Rabi, Diana, lydia, Yasira and aunty Elizabeth and their Drama, Salama, Balarabe, All Hauwas, All Jamilas, All Hajaras, Jeremiah, All Ibrahims, All Muhammeds, Abigail, Habiba, Tamar, Haj Raliya, Haj Zainab, Rumasa'u, Umma, Aisha Baba, Mahasin, Haj Safiya, Haj Maryam, Samaila, Haj Fatima, Patience, Mustapha, Haj Baraka, Miracle, Charles, Sunom, Tota, Alhamdu, Kalat, Lorietta, larencia, Jacob, Adamu Aliyu, Abdulmalik and his farin jini, Buba and his Project, Lina, Maryam, Kure, Deborah Beatrice salama, Emmanuel, Josephine, Alheri, Moses and my first Friend in KASU Peter Gaius.
My cherished
statement has been that if I would go back to the
University again, I would study Mass Comm again; and I
would choose you all to be my course mates again.
"And what do I want? I don't want to just be
successful in the world. I don't want to just make a
mark, or have a legacy. The answer to that question
for me is; I want to fulfill the highest, trues expression
of myself as a human being."
In a special way, may I utilize this medium to place
my profound gratitude to all visiting lectures, You did alot.
Once again and finally, farewell to our days in Dr.
Ayo's 8 class, Farewell to S.B SMS 9 Class farewell to Farra'u and his Online Journalism things, Tamar and her simplicity, A.B Umar and his gathering Data, farewell to
the Dr Joen, Remember Pate's presentation? farewell to Dr Ladi Studio work, Farewell to Baba Salahu, Bashir Ali, Farewell to Malam maikano studio, Remember Fatahu editing, Oga Bitrus and muktar? Farewell to our memorable days in KASU. Farewell to the
studentshood… I Mujaheed Naseer Love you with all my heart...
Alhamdulillahi...
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