By Oludayo Tade
On the ‘roof-top-bar’ of the Senior Staff Club, University of Ibadan, I sat with my professor friend switching between discussions on the social economic conditions and the precarity of our lives as public university lecturers in Nigeria and watching the African Nations’ cup.
We requested for a bottle of coke and mixed it with water, sipped
it when we felt the need to and talked about how those who are supposed to
protect Nigerians have abdicated that responsibility.
It was not long when we heard a massive bang, the only thing compared to it was a bomb. Paul, one of the waiters in the club ran up as the surface upon which he stood vibrated heavily. We experienced the same.
