FYB FELLOWSHIP: DRIP, TESTIMONIES & NEARLY LOSING MY GHOSTLY COMPOSURE

 03/05/25 - 

It’s prep season, baby. Time to load this day with adrenaline hooks and memory traps. From the start, FYB fellowship didn’t just “go well” , it overflowed. Testimonies upon testimonies. Hearts poured out. Laughter echoed. Faith lit up the room💫

But let’s talk visuals🥹 The drip? Outrageous. You could see the future in these Doctors’ fits. Everyone stood out ; shining like final-year royalty. But Adeife? Somebody check that girl’s soul. Because how she lined the corridor with charcoal and still didn’t lick her lips once ehn? That’s spiritual discipline.

Now let me confess how The Ghost almost fumbled:

She walked in. Native wear. Graceful. Tall. Elegant. I nearly stood up and said, “Good afternoon ma.” I swear I thought she was signing out.

Ashey... she's a jambito. Nmesoma.

A 100 level fresher looking like a UN ambassador. What are they feeding kids nowadays?

And it didn’t stop there 😉 I saw one 100L guy in full white and burgundy combo, tie and all.

On a Friday? A Friday?!

Bros looked like he was going for an interview at the White House.

Meanwhile, my own corporate fit refused to “co-operate.”😩

Let’s not even talk about the shoe I saw — Mr Alan’s.

213k.🙆

Omoh, if na me get that kind shoe, I no go ever trek again.😌 You expect me to use that march wet cow shit? Dey play.

But for real, what made today golden wasn’t just the slay — it was the joy😁😊

The smile on the faces of these finalists? Worth more than gold. I’m genuinely happy they’re happy😎.

Now, to the guys trying to injure me with steeze 😏— Mesh and Mesioye. Why?

Why must your Agbada look like it was handwoven with 254 billion strands of silk from Kuwait? Why?

Please, you people should pity us. Show your girl some love abeg.

Anyway...

The day’s going well.

My dear COLVETishians, sometimes FUNAAB feels like a place I’ve known before I even got born. Like I’ve walked these corridors in a past life. Like this isn’t just school — it’s a story I’m living out for the second time.

And in the heart of it all, I see joy.

I see purpose.

I see fire.

From the laughter of the freshmen to the elegance of the finalists — today was magic.

But even magic needs to rest.

So for now...

The Ghost retreats — not in weakness, but in quiet strength.

Back into the shadows, where stories are born and chaos is brewed.

Till next time...

Stay laced. Stay legendary. Stay loud.

The Ghost fades, but never truly leaves.