Of Words, Wits, and Unseen Blows: COLVET’s Tumultuous Quest for Glory at the FUNAABSU Literary Week

 Hell lotta happenings left and right,

moving through the halls on Monday,

the air was thick with laughter and formalin,

the official baptism of the 200 level students,

welcome docs, they called it,

but I remember my own day,

how the sting of formalin pierced my eyes,

how I cried, not from fear,

but from the unknown I was walking into,

I wasn’t the Ghost then,

I hadn’t begun the aura farming,

I was still soft, still learning the silence.

Tuesday came crawling,

my laptop glowing like a dying sun,

I got buried in work,

but I can’t forget my short classmate,

jumping around, tossing jokes,

trying to craft an introductory statement

for the seminar that awaited us,

Baba’s voice tore through the peace,

angry at the sight of our jumpsuits,

threatening to call the Dean,

but I understood,

the higher ones, VC and co,

they speak to them like they’re not human,

and it’s not even their fault,

we can do better,

we should do better,

so I helped pack the stinking wet jumpsuits,

mine wasn’t even there,

still... I packed in silence.

Wednesday...

I came for the inaugural rice,

and just one pack?

Ajeh, na special sam cause am,

but I took my pack and smiled like stone,

not because I was content,

but because ghosts don’t beg for extras.

Now it’s Thursday,

and I leave you with this,

it’s fine... it’s okay...

to not be seen as you wish to be seen,

 because everyone sees what you appear to

 be, few experience what you truly are, and

 fewer still understand your silence.

See you when I see you,

—✦ From the shadows, for the 

doctors yet to rise ✦—

unseen, but never unfelt...

Written By: Ghost Doctor.