England, 2016. Thirty Years of Reunification, College of Medicine, 1986, Ibada, Nigeria


The gathering took place on Friday, July 29 to Saturday, July 30, 2016, in De Vere, Venice, United Kingdom, Steverton Park, Staverton, North America.

A few days before the event, the final list of who will participate was sent. Everyone wanted to see their best in reunification, to impress their colleagues, many of whom had not seen for thirty years since graduating from medical school.

Colleagues in Australia, Switzerland, Canada, Nigeria and the United States have packed their bags. Unexpectedly, the language was half-spoken. Women wore shiny dresses, and men shaved and dyed their hair. Only Moses left his gray to act, for which he won the Wisdom Hair Award.

When we got to De Vere, all the names on the list matched all the faces on the ground. As long as the friends did not reveal themselves, they were strangers.

In the middle of the afternoon on Saturday, Prostost Medical College’s Salako, from the podium, glanced at a man who had entered the classroom. The man was wearing a brown hat with a dome. “The hat,” confessed the stranger, “hides gray hair with bad dye.” He was greeted with sympathy and laughter.

After the performance “Don’t forget to return to Alma Mata”, people turned around in a zigzag in the lobby of the hotel to look for classmates.

– Have you seen Fred Akpochafo? he asked his friend, who was suddenly smiling and smiling at the person who was distracted by the pompous words and was smiling. “I’m Fred,” replied the boy with the glasses.

After the mutual recognition, Chinwe Nwokoma and Fred moved each other in the arms and hands of the bear for fifteen minutes, after which both of them suffered from the displacement of the elbows.

– Did you see Ntekim Bassi? The boy with colored hair asked Barry. A crooked voice answered. “I saw him half a second ago.”

The longer people talked, the more convinced they were that a certain voice belonged to a certain partner.

I and I exchanged a lot of e-mails, but I couldn’t keep up with the name until Saturday. He was still gloomy in my memory. We continued to shake hands and hug throughout the evening, waiting for the full download of the memory.

Every handshake revolved around the memory. More sleeping neurons were collected in each arms. Yes. He is. Yes, his voice never left. He was just hiding somewhere in the hippocampus. I think the same experience happened with Benjamin Oke.

More ratification of the idea happened lazily when I saw Ajibola և Osahon, Mase և Mojisola, Adebayo, Prof. Musa, Pal Loolo, Man Jaji և Evelyn, Kehinde և Sammy Best, Chuks, Eseyn, Tony N. և Taiwo. Peter Olukowi almost slipped. “My father is Henry Acababio,” a boy told me.

People like President Yemeni, Obi, Abolbad, Emeka, Bolo, Onome, Peter Evji, Ngozi and Veron, I will never forget.

On Saturday evening, seventy percent of the class was identified. More revelations continued during the dinner. New discoveries were made on Sunday morning and afternoon.

If Leslie had a perfect evening on Friday night, then Goze spent Saturday night dancing. Austin, Bhardwaj, Yinka, Titi George’s lair, Deyon, Ifeoman and Adanna tried so hard to match him. If Roro or Olaopa were there, they would run for him.

No one could be satisfied with each other. A friend with dry hair hugged Emma Nnopu thirty times to earn thirty years, which they had never seen before.

There are more surprises like Dinner bills forgotten during the fall. The prizes were exchanged. A shower of money came over a child. The members of the Adanta dance group go out into the air like teenage eagles. An entertainer who moved two fast-moving aluminum pools from his pink fingers into bunches kept us on our toes for seven hours.

With the exception of the basket-colored mustache, Peter Olumese remained the same in physics and character. And to accommodate Professor Cole, Lex and his party won a group contest.

“You’re there,” said the man with the curly hair when he finally noticed Ntekim Bassi.

“Ansel, you’re looking for me, I understand,” Bassi said.

“Yeah, I haven’t seen you in thirty years.”

Suddenly, the spinners, the hands and the shoulders gathered many times. With the exception of gaining ten, maybe fifteen pounds, Ntekim hasn’t changed much. Later, in an unchanging, quite confident tone, he spoke with the ever-pleasing Moji, O.

The way Olamide and her team managed to get the fun out of us is the way of thinking. Kudos.

Before I left, I was making labels for everyone on the list, I didn’t know the faces that would make so many labels. Not anymore. Every face is in my consciousness.

For two reasons, the event in London will be difficult to overcome. The dancing feet will still reach the breaking point, but will be there soon. Second, almost all of them were discovered fifteen years after the reunification began in Memphis, Tennessee. If the partners still participate in the next event, all bets are discontinued.

Thanks to the prayers led by Morafa and David, all the celestial stars are united with each other.