It was a long journey; 7 years of everything; the good, the bad and the in-betweens. Five months ago it came to an end and today the transition to the life-after complete. I took an hour to remember how it all began and inevitable I miss some of the times.

I miss my first night in OAU when I hooked up with my old friend Ivenso who introduced me to AY and IK and we drank beers and Chelsea till the wee hours of the morning (talk about starting off on the wrong foot!)

I miss when we used to play basketball every other day in part 1 and we never went for lectures

I miss the hangouts of the original “School 1” (AY, Ivenso, Babi, IK, Tolu, Fallopian and Mafi)

I miss the gatherings at A6 the headquarters of our movement in part 1, everyone was there

I miss the night outs behind aluta drinking God knows what then having to find my way back to town at 1am

I miss the calypso nights in Part 2 particularly the one that nearly got us in trouble with student union until MM bailed us out

I miss Ojikutu house (where I stayed in part1 and part2) and the never ending drama from the herbalist to the choco boys

I miss the W15 days and the shelter it provided me on the nights I was too stoned to get home

I miss the W15 parties in Part2 particularly the one me and slim hyped up a little with some external stimulus

I miss the days at elect library when we used the internet like it was going out of fashion

I miss the havoc we caused Intecu looping through every restriction they came up with (Bode!)

I miss channel 10 at the white house (it was a good point and kill location)

I miss AIESEC, a place where passion and hard work meets fun

I miss staff club despite the fact the food was sometimes wacky; the setting was serene – a necessity for the times when depression set in during the extra year

I miss Elugbaju house where I became “Chairman” after enriching the landlord for 4 straight years

I miss the beefs they had against us in the department; it was my then source of motivation

As we have moved on the game has changed the posts are no longer were we left them. As such we must adapt to continue to forge ahead. To live the old life in the new disposition would be retrogressive. I look to the past with a smile on my face because it makes me realize the best days are still ahead.

PS: My first note in months.