We got to school and Mosun, a friend of mine, woke me up as we got to the barricade a few yards after the school back gate. The man at the check point slowed our car down and after some enquiry, told us that we could not go any further because we did not have the University’s car sticker on our car and that the person driving the car had no form of identity as a staff in the institution. We mentioned that it was drizzling and we would appreciate it very much if we were allowed to pass. He maintained his decision and said, “No”. We pleaded but he still did not allow us to go any further. We turned around and alighted from the car at the bend of the road. We started the long walk from the University of Lagos Women’s Society to the Senate building. On the way, the rain began to pour so we stood under a tree at a spot we felt would leave us a little dry. On and on the rain came, so we decided to hail a cab. We hailed one of our lecturers, but she didn’t stop. We turned our faces away so she wouldn’t recognise us in the future. After a few minutes, one of our friends’ mom, who was going to drop her little daughter in school, saw us and told us to wait. She dropped Ruby off at school and came back to pick us up. She came to our rescue. When we finally got to the senate building, we were so relieved. I began thinking, “What kind of mean fellow is this man anyway? Has he ever tried to put himself in our shoes or has he ever imagined any of his children in our situation?” Not surprisingly, I caught a cold and was awfully mad. Because, all I went to do in school was submit an assignment, which I could have had someone do for me if not that I love doing those things myself.  Obviously, our man at the checkpoint couldn’t care less.

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