Searing Heat….

In the searing heat of the Ibadan morning with the completion of some formalities at the Human Resources Department, off I trundled into the inner recesses of the University. The Lead City University terrain and its buildings appear very deceptive, concealing within it a prettying with its structures in dippings of pure white, glazed with blue at the edges.

In my imagination edging on the febrile, I thought, a successful attempt at distinctiveness and of branding, its buildings at first glance are presented in a compact row. The first impression is that this is the full extent of its reaches.  It is only with further inching into the depths of its belly that the revelation of much beauty, complexity, intrigue and the variety of its architecture is exposed.

The University campus is broken up by the lows and heights of valleys, shadowed by hills in the background and with an undulating expanse of land before you. In the inner core, breaking up the architecture is a stadium surrounded and bounded with spectator stands.

I arrived at the Faculty of Law, drenched in sweat with my suit top slung across my shoulder, clutching my credentials. There in the grandest of buildings I was catapulted into a nicely apportioned ground floor arranged into offices and seminar rooms all sequestered around with iron bars glazed in blue to protect its open courtyard. I proceeded with feeble attempts laced in weariness up along the staircase leading to the Dean’s office. I made by way past the Personal Assistant and found him nestled in the large expansive office. With certainty of purpose and carefully affected sentences I introduced myself as Olu Ojedokun…