Unlike many might have thought, the fun didn't end there. Who could believe anything more could happen? Well, just like an onlooker said, ‘if you no dey FASA where you dey?’.
This statement more than anyone could have imagined, held more to it than could have been predicted. It could be said that already present onlookers contacted their friends from the hostels and wherever, to come and be a part of the fun as was, if anyone was truly asked, suspected that ‘they couldn't go and give the gist of what was experienced, as a first-hand experience would beat any other thing’.
Excitement could be seen on the faces of all who were present. People never got tired of dancing and the DJ never got tired of blasting the largely favoured music of the ‘very hungry’ crowd. The numbers of people who appeared after the first round of fun cannot be overemphasized as there was huge traffic just from the activity.
It seemed like time was not of the importance because as seconds turned into minutes, the vibes became more and more intoxicating. The van conveying the speakers and a generator to power them, began to move, and without warning, students were seen jumping behind it and others who didn't get space, followed behind, singing and dancing. The van finally stopped at the centre of a very important road; people coming and going out in cabs couldn't pass except the van moved to give way.
This was another round of fun as students used this as an avenue to raise funds for themselves. People could be seen with little bowls tasking incoming and outgoing vehicles. Some of the passengers and drivers of these vehicles joined in the fun and handed out tidbits while others could be seen frowning as their time was wasted. The most interesting part of this was that the van didn't budge except given special direction by the people in charge, and most importantly, students didn't move either. It was annoying as it was interesting and with time, passing vehicles got used to the chaos and allowed the association of ‘mad’ students do as they liked.
DANCE! DANCE! AND MORE DANCE!
After another hour and more of singing along and dancing, the hunger began to die down as real hunger began to set in. Students began to dispatch in batches and that gave the sign of the end to the activity. Pictures and videos were taken, numbers were exchanged and most importantly, new relationships were formed.
Taking the large turn out as any indication, it can be said that the activity was successful. What began as a second thought finally ended in jubilation as an avenue was created for activities which students would normally not engage in because of the stress of normal school activities.
We are rag dolls made out of many ages and skins, challenges who have slept in wooden nests or hissed in the uncouth guise of waddling amphibians. We have played such rolls for infinitely longer ages than we have been men. Our identity is a dream. We are process not reality. For reality is an illusion of the daylight-the light of our particular day. - Loren Eiseley
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