Today, another UNN student was found hung on campus. People are going to say nice things about him. Everyone will be on his side. He is gone. Those who made sure he died are there. They will praise him in death, but I am very certain that they will die like him.
Pharell died in Nsukka and I heard about it after he had been buried. He was my very good friend. I hadn’t spoken to him in a long time, because I ran away from the University of Nigeria, leaving all my stuff behind. Books and books, bags and bags. Many things – I took off. I was going to die. I was not particularly scared of anything, but I was scared for my future. I had deep fears, which my family totally understood.
People who knew me back on campus, knew where to find me, who they could find me with. I didn’t lack anything. Not at all. I just lacked peace and tranquility. I lacked total happiness. Not sure why, but it bugged me so much. I had to forcefully create a social life for myself. However, there were places I didn’t go to. Fear ruled everywhere. I will tell you what: just few days after my matriculation, a human head was seen hanging at the New Arts Theatre in Nsukka campus. Someone had been killed just few days after my matriculation! I didn’t know this dead person, but my heart wept for him. Stories drivelled, but those who know the true story can tell us later.
Pharell was my very good friend. We drank together, we walked around together, and we made noise like the others together. We created some social life for ourselves, since everyone else on campus studied and studied and concentrated on grades they ended up not getting.
Pharell, too, was deep into his studies. First year, I was so into it, but I had a dream where I attended my funeral and someone at my funeral said something: “Now he’s gone. He hasn’t even done anything for himself.” The moment I woke up, I made up my mind that I was not going to die without doing anything for myself. I won’t stay back to live the dreams of anyone in my family.
Gradually, I made my family members realize that I was going to drop out. I did. Yet, I came back to Nsukka to visit those friends.
Pharell was my very good friend, which is why I’m deeply hurt. He was from Mbaise. I’m from Mbano. One of the Christmas holidays, he visited my hometown and came to my house and he met my parents. He stammered so much. My mom made a joke that I have all kinds of friends. She liked him.
Yes, Pharell found it hard to talk. He channelled most of his energy into doing and not talking. He spoke less and did more. But when Pharell died, I didn’t know. When he was buried, I didn’t know. Another friend called me after his funeral and told me that Pharell was poisoned in Nsukka. I was not shocked.
Today, another UNN student was found hung on campus. People are going to say nice things about him. Everyone will be on his side. He is gone. Those who made sure he died are there. They will praise him in death, but I am very certain that they will die like him. Whether he woke up and decided to rope himself to death or he was driven to it by some pain he must have gone through, nobody knows for sure now. There are too many students in UNN whose job is to make sure they frustrate you, either through their actions or verbal exchanges.
Pharell died, because I was not there. This is what I think. He died, because we didn’t talk for a long time. If he will rest in peace, I am not sure. His death disturbs me a lot. It bothers me. For his death, I chose to forgive every student in UNN who made me feel rejected and completely inadequate.
Pharell died, because he had the opportunity to leave. He wanted something from UNN: his transcript. Then, they killed him. They killed him. They killed him.
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