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Free week!!! FASA UNIJOS HOLDS RAG DAY.

What's better than going to school but not actually going to school? Nothing!

    Just like any other institution of higher learning, the ‘Faculty of Arts Students’ of the university of Jos, after long weeks of attending lectures with no fun, organised her annual ‘FASA WEEK’ which is normally done to blow off steam and gather momentum to prepare for exams which would normally begin in short weeks after the program. The FASA executives led by the Director of Socials organised this event which took place from the 5th -11th of July which featured so many engaging extracurricular activities.

One which stood out of course, because of it's extra, juicier activities was the RAG DAY which took place in front of the Faculty of Arts building on Friday, the 9th of July.

A large crowd gathered to witness and be part of this event and there was a lot to see ranging from music and dance, irregular dressings as students were dressed in ‘rag’ clothing, and  MADNESS. Before the official beginning of the activity, students could be seen looking uninterested as classes were cancelled and they had no option but to stick around and see if whatever would be done would be worth their time. 

    At about 9:35am, a puzzling sight could be seen just in front of the faculty's main door. A male student dressed in rags (a not so clean black bra on his chest, a white piece of clothing wrapped around his waist, two different pairs of shoes, a disheveled wig and a hand bag which he wore interchangeably on his arm and head). More interesting was how he sat on the floor scratching his body, getting up instantly to scare people away especially people of the female gender. It was quite scary at first as people didn't really understand his motive but then it became quite entertaining as people got used to him and stopped being scared.

The uncertainty about the relevance of standing and waiting for something to happen was eventually cleared as loud music was heard blasting from speakers just beside the faculty building. This music attracted people to it's environment like ‘bees to honey’. This could be said to be the official beginning of the activities of the day.

More students were seen dressed in rag clothing. More displays of abnormal behaviours and most importantly, DANCE or as it is fondly called, ‘GBEDU’.

The air of uncertainty and boredom quickly transformed to an air of laughter and joy and without any official coordination, a circle was formed around the ‘unofficial entertainers’ of the day.

Both members and non-members of the faculty gathered and new relationships were formed as the music connected people through laughter and vibes.










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Nenkinan Deshi said…
Oshey Journalist. I remember as you bin dey fear 🤣🤣
Sewuese_writes said…
😅😅
I swear. Field journalism no be for me but we meuve
$em said…
Almost as if I was there
Sewuese_writes said…
That's the aim.
Glad to say it was acheived.
Unknown said…
This is another interesting piece. Kudos to you my dear Sewe.
Unknown said…
You will surely go places my dear daughter. Daddy is very happy with your efforts. Stay blessed.
Sewuese_writes said…
Thank you daddy. I love you.

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