Huhm, let's talk about Kwara State Polytechnic, popularly known and called KP or Kwarapoly. That was my school; it was where I graduated from, and believe me, KP isn't just a school; KP is like survival of the fittest. And I must tell you, you haven't really experienced student/campus life until you've walked its grounds, dodged its quirks, and gotten soaked in its unique culture. I would try to not beat about the bush and pick up a few things.
Firstly, let's talk about Village. Village is a place that houses most buildings for lectures, but there's a legendary spot there where they sell tuwo and gbegiri. Everyone talks about it, but somehow for all those years I spent there, I never had the pleasure of being a part of it. During my second year, I went there together with my friends; they bought theirs, and I was watching. By the time I made up my mind to give it a try as well, it had just finished. The way the students talk about tuwo in village is different; they make you feel as if you are missing out, and they even tell you it's a course you must make sure not to carry, or else...as how na. Well, that hype alone makes Village an important and popular place in Kwarapoly.
Then we have the spending culture. I won't want to go too deep on this, as it is what it is. In Kwarapoly, there's nothing you won't pay for; they will bill you to an extent you won't even be able to request money from home again, because it will get to a stage they will start doubting you at home. And even you will be scared to reach out. In Kwarapoly, if they had the chance to ask you to pay for the air you breathe on campus, they would request it. Now, pair that spending with the stress. That's what...SS, right? You won't just spend; they will stress the life out of you with printing, submission, assignments, seminars, tours, projects, group work, practicals, lecturers, and all, even at inconvenient times, and somehow we laughed through it all.
And yes, we have the WiFi house. The building has its name, but I have forgotten it. I rarely go there. But I called it the WiFi house when I was in school. It is a place where students have the right to register using their matric numbers and maybe their names and have access to free internet. I never registered, but I do make use of a friend's anytime I feel like going there to download or browse the Internet. You get there and meet lots of students, some sitting on the floor, some on the tables, and some standing and all.
Also, there are a lot of buildings inside Kwarapoly, but the Kwarapoly story wouldn't be complete without mentioning IBASS. It is one of the biggest, and I think one of the oldest buildings in the school. Ask any student; even a fresher would know IBASS. Let me tell you what: most students go there to take pictures, and it also houses various lecture rooms and offices. Most times when students do their sign-out parties, that's where they go to make use of its frontage. You didn't attend KwaraPoly if you haven’t posed for a photo there. Most of these KP WhatsApp TVs take pictures and videos from there, as it is a tall building.
Also, there is a sweet spot just in front of one of the female hostels. The hostel is fenced. But right after the fence is an open place; in the daytime it houses tricycles that convey students in and out of the school. But at night, it is a spot for lovebirds; you see them hanging around, some sitting, some hugging, some strolling, some holding hands, and all.
We also have a particular bus that patrols; they are always in search of any students dressed indecently. There was a day I narrowly escaped them. I was in a T-shirt and crazy jeans. Immediately I stepped forward on the road from one of the narrow paths to my hostel, I saw them; immediately I ran back. That day was a day I won't forget. It wasn't funny at all. They picked up two people; maybe they thought they weren't too badly dressed, and they just wanted to act like big boys. I looked back and saw them pushing them into the bus.
Just so you know, Kwarapoly isn’t just chaos and stress. The fellowships there are good. Various churches have their branches there; there's a place right after village that houses each fellowship building. I attended RCF (Redeemed Christian/Campus Fellowship), and it was one of those places that built me. Another part is always looking forward to the fellowship's drama night; we go on days of prayer and fasting, and it is always power packed. Also, just right after the churches is a place called Zion Ground; here is where each and every department holds their fellowship.
Not to talk of the early rush to class and find out that some people, most especially girls, had already made use of their bags to collect space for someone that hasn't even left home—that's another drama in the early hours of the day.I also found out that most of our lecturers are graduates of the same school. You will see Alfa, the man teaching us practicals, pointing to where he did sit back then, and then you see another lecturer telling us Alfa taught him back then too...as how naw😁. Most of those lecturers are graduates of the same school. Every corner in Kwarapoly tells a story. Kwarapoly combines stress, fun, chaos, spending, unforgettable memories, and all that you can think of.
In conclusion, in Kwarapoly, you will learn, they have very great and outstanding lecturers, I can attest to that, but you won't just learn subjects relating to your course. Kwarapoly will teach you life, I mean life; you will laugh too, but also you will learn the art of survival. If you can relate to these things, then you will know why no other school can replicate its hilarious, peculiar, and unique cultures.
All pictures are mine.
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