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“The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it? “ – Jer 17:9

“The evil that men do”– Unknown origin

“Live to fight another day” – Unknown origin

“Though the vision tarry, wait for it, it shall surely come to pass” – Hab 2:3

“All is well that ends well” – Unknown origin


First  semester results were out and everyone rushed to the notice board to know their fates.  My results wasn’t as spectacular as I had hoped it would be. Nothing to write home about.  Stanley on the other hand was the name on every Engineering students lips, both old students and Jambites.  Even non-engineering students were in tune with his academic exploits. Being the only Engineering student in my set with a clear cut 1st class G.P, all and sundry wanted to associate with him.  I was genuinely happy for him, I even threw him a surprise party to celebrate the excellent result.

A week later, Stanley’s dad sent his personal driver to school with a brand new black 2007 Toyota Camry, appreciating his boy for making him a very proud father.  It was identical to my black Camry (although his came with leather seats, a definite step up over mine).  Everything was perfect for Stanley. He decided to come rent an apartment off campus in my building, making us neighbors- as the beef from his roommates as well as neighbors in the school hostel was choking him. The gap between us had finally been sealed; not only were we now neighbors, we were now better than we used to be and I was genuinely happy for him and him, me.

On the other hand, Idy and her boyfriend were not on talking terms as she had asked for “space” (a nicer term for ” breakup”).  That paved way for me as we got closer than ever before *winks*. Our news was all over school. There was no point denying the chemistry and connection between us. Even then, I still kept asking her the mundane question and eventually, she accepted and said “YES”. Oh yes! After my long wait, she accepted to be my girlfriend. I wanted it to be permanent, confirmed and affirmed by both God and man, so I told her to let her boyfriend know it was truly over and that she had moved on. Looking back at it, I think that was a bad idea. As he wasn’t the type that could handle news like that or let go. She told me she told him and she had moved on over the phone and that he was like…

“I love you with all of my heart Idy, and uh.. I guess the lucky guy is John… Hmmm.. Uhm… You don’t need to answer that, I already know, ‎​ok. If being with John truly makes you happy,… then I’m cool with it and wish you the best of luck, my love. Just try take good care of yourself and know i’ll always be here for you.”

On hearing that, I didn’t know if I was to be happy or scared with regards to his response. I kept expecting a call or text from an unknown number threatening me or something. The fear of the unknown consumed me plus I knew she felt bad for hurting him by ending things like that – he was a “pro” at using reverse psychology to win her over.

After 3 weeks of complete silence from his end, I let my guard down and accepted that Idy was my girlfriend and nothing was going to come between us. The worst was over (well, so I thought).  Time passed by faster than normal, first semester exams had come and gone. It was the weekend after our last paper, so I planned a romantic surprise weekend getaway for Idy and I somewhere in Benin (Vichi gates GRA)– away from school and nosy busy-bodies.  Stanley on the other hand, moved into my apartment as he’d already sent his things home and being that my things were always in my room either during the session or hols, it made his stay more conducive as he was always in tune with BET’s “106 and Park”.

On my way to Benin, I heard my BB beep but being that we agreed not to touch our phones that weekend, I ignored it. Our stay in Benin that weekend was so much fun. I had the time of my life. Idy was glowing and beaming with smiles. I finally decided to check my BB and read my mails. I saw 10 text messages, over 30 pings and about 60 missed calls. Still shocked as to why I had gotten so many notifications. The first message dated back to the day I left Okada (the day my BB beeped in the car).

“So you think you can do whatever you like and get away with it?” 0805xxxxxxx


“Guess you’ve learned your lesson” 0803xxxxxxx the next day.

Worried and scared, I glanced through other messages with my heart pacing all the while. The other messages were normal unimportant mails, except the one from a close friend, Charles (da whiteboy- popularly known as “face of Igbins”) and it read…

“Sup  man? Where the hell have you been? We’ve all been trying to call you but you never pick. Heard you’re not in school now. You need to get down to Okada asap. Stan has been badly wounded. Pls come immediately!”

The missed calls were mainly from Charles and some other close friends.

On getting to Okada, I realized that the security was tighter than the one at the airport after the Nigerian-wannabe-bomber experience some time ago. Policemen had put up roadblocks at every 200meters like it was a war zone, searching cars, including mine, like I was a die hard criminal in disguise or something. I eventually got hold of Charles, who told me the full story.

The day I left Okada, was the day it went down. That night some unknown armed guys went to my apartment, “machetted” the security guard badly as he had tried to hold them back till he bled to death. They used baseball bats to shatter the windscreen, headlamps, tail lights, back glass,  and all 4 windows of Stanley’s car,  alongside puncturing his tires leaving kinfe-holes.  They turned my apartment upside down and beat Stanley to a pulp even though he told them he wasn’t John, that it was a simple case of mistaken identity. Stanley was stabbed 3 times and left on the floor to die. They scattered the place and stole a couple of things to make it look like it was a case of armed robbery and before leaving they fired shots into the air a couple of times. That’s what alerted people who called the police (when the culprits were long gone of course) and rushed Stanley to the teaching hospital closeby.

Stanley had been transferred from the teaching hospital in school to St Nicholas Hospital in Lagos.  He was in a very bad shape and state (intensive care unit) fighting for his dear life.  I was stuck in Okada feeling forms, writing statements and later transferred to the police headquarters in Benin for more statements as they looked into the case.

All attempts to reach and apprehend the prime suspect, Adebayo proved abortive, as he was no where to be found. Idy was equally probed like a common criminal for statements and all what nots. Her parents had to intervene for her to be released and for peace to reign.  My parents stepped in and soon the police plan to implicate me in the fiasco as a suspect (knowing fully well that Adebayo’s location was unknown) in the case died a natural death.  My business was out in the open and the news was all over school as well as home, as the hols had begun.

One thing about Igbinedion University Okada (IUO) is the fact that there is always a new story. There is always something new to keep the tongues running like wild fire.  So I was sure they would forget about the incident in a short while. By the start of the second semester, Idy and I were back to school.  I was to start my IT.  Stanley had recovered but was using a wheelchair in the mean time in order to regain full function of his badly damaged limbs (still in casts). His dad had already worked his transfer to another school in Ghana. We heard Adebayo had been caught at the airport trying to smuggle hard drugs out of Nigeria and was equally implicated in a couple of 419 unsolved crimes (you know how Naija peeps are, once they catch a thief, they blame him for all atrocities they can remember even ones that took place before the thief’s birth).  Idy and I were stronger than ever after the whole shebang, we were there for each other through the whole experience. She was the girl for me and I, her.

I started my IT in Lagos, and during one of my field events, I had a little accident on the construction site and had to be rushed to the teaching hospital. That was were I met an old friend, Joseph.  He was one of the medical students assigned to my case. He was all grown up now, although, he still had a baby face. He had always been a brilliant student back then in secondary school, so I wasn’t surprised when I learned he would soon graduate as a doctor. We got talking about our experiences during my weeks of admission there. He said my prognosis wasn’t good, that the accident had damaged my lungs and that I was gradually heading to something called “Multiple Organ Failure” – I didn’t know what he meant, all I knew was that things weren’t good and would ultimately end in death. He kept assuring me all the way that I would make it and we’d party hard when I get discharged.  He even went as far as contacting Idy. Seeing him every day with Idy by my bedside gave me hope as I knew I was truly loved.  I got to know no one called him Joseph anymore but “Cee Jay” (weird if you ask me, because I don’t know where the “cee” part came from or stood for) he said he was a contributing writer for www.360nobs.com and that I should try view his articles and drop comments when I got better.

Things weren’t looking bright for me,  I knew it within my soul and I knew the d-day was coming. I begged him to run my story on the site he talked so much about if something bad happened to me – changing the names of the characters in order to protect the identity of my loved ones.

And that, dear reader, is how I (Cee Jay) fulfilled the last wish of a dying friend- telling his story like it was mine, so you’ll feel what he felt all through his UNIVERSITY DAYS.  He passed on 2 weeks after I promised to run his story.


“Merry Christmas and Happy new year” – Cee Jay

Pls follow me on twitter @ceejay_da_baoss


Cee Jay

Cee Jay

I'm very plain, simple and realistic. Even then, what you see may not be what you get. With a creative and imaginative mind along side having a thing for scalpels, notepads and pens, it shouldn't be hard to spot me out. Follow me on twitter @ceejay_da_baoss.


  1. Awwww!*sadFace* so dis ws all bout Mathoo! RIP bruv we miss Yu..Nice showcase of creativity CeeJay, IUO definitely got talent, who says Med students don’t rock!!! Yimu”all is well dat ends well indeed” we are proud of ‎​u BAOSS..God Bless ‎​u Bruv.

  2. OMG, this story is so…. ………….. Touching, jus wen everythin was almost perfect! CeeJ, dis’s a nice piece u hv here, welldone!!!!!!!

  3. OMG!!! :'( :'( I’m actually crying atm….its a real story n it has touched my heart!his death was so unexpected! RIP MATHEW..thanks cjay 4 involving me in dis luvly piece

  4. D̶̲̥̅̊ story realy touched mee,RIP mattew, tnx 4 exposin ♍ƺ 2 ur life tru ceejay,i knw U̶̲̥̅̊ wud be ♓αpρϓ in ur grave 2 hav had A̶̲̥̅̊ fwend like him. *sobs*

  5. Cldnt av envisaged dis end! Ur such a gud writer i wonder if medicine ΐƨ actually ur callin. Nyc story albeit d sad end. Kudos

  6. *phew* network refused Ł☺ allow me comment since.
    Cldnt av envisaged dis end! Ur such a gud writer i wonder if medicine ΐƨ actually ur callin. Nyc story albeit d sad end. Kudos

  7. i was gonna personally come interview you,bcos my head keeps picturing ur ‘janjala’ self doin all dis, buh MEHN!!!!! TRIPLE TUALE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!………..ABEG I’M WAITING TO BUY UR 1ST NOVEL PLZZZZZZZZZ DONT DULL dis talent ABEG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!……………RIP MATTEW

  8. I loved the story so much. Its kinda pathetic, things that are going on in nigerian universities. RIP Matthew. Keep up the good work cee-jay

  9. This is ….beautiful.. , Great Ending!.. *doffs hat*… :)..You’re an amazing writer Jay..!!
    Still ur number one fan!..hehe 😉

  10. Uh…. *smiles* where do i start from

    @amaka – ☂hαñks 🙂

    @phermy – a big ☂hαñks to u 🙂

    @ugo- sure thaing man . ☂hαñks for ur support from the get-go

    @eromzy- ☂hαñks man

    @val_id – we sure as hell miss him. And ☺h yes- IUO has got talent. ☂hαñks hommes

    @flaki- ☂hαñks dear

    @el_fadil – ☂hαñks man- and a big amen to that – ☂hαñks for all the support

    @basooh- ☂hαñks man 😀 – rly appreciate

  11. @vic – ☂hαñks …. Life is not a bed of roses – we have to accept whatever it dishes out -thanks

    @wande – ☂hαñks and ☂hαñks bof ways 😉 – i rly appreciate

    @temmy – ({}) – my pleasure dear- ☂hαñks for the support. I rly appreciate

    @favour – :D- *hands u a pen and notepad to write since ur speechless* lol -thanks dear – i rly appreciate

    @sage- anytime man- anything for a colleague and a friend. May his soul rest in peace

    @lizzy b- ☂hαñks dear- i rly appreciate 🙂

  12. @mimi_k -;) ☂hαñks dear-i rly appreciate

    @modext – ☂hαñks dear- i rly appeciate

    @daphne -lol @mtn- ☂hαñks dear ({}) – medicine is ma calling ooo- lol- i really appreciate the support from the get-go

    @sterz – ☂hαñks 😀 😀 🙂 – i rly appreciate the support from the beginning even before i started

  13. @umah – u srz? Wow- I’m glad u liked it ..☂hαñks- i rly appreciate

    @ada – a big amen to that – ☂hαñks a lot- i rly appreciate

    @cocofresh — ooooosheeee!!! ☂hαñks for the support and encouragement from the very beginning. I rly appreciat

    @elizabeth- *hands her a tissue* so sry it made u cry dear- ☂hαñks a lot

  14. @lizzy_b – ☂hαñks dear- i rly appreciate

    @g.baby- lol- i think medicine is the ish oo. :p -thanks dear. 😉 i rly appreciate

    @observer- ☂hαñks man – i rly appreciate .

    @charming_barbie – Amen !! ☂hαñks dear

    @nkaybarbz- ☂hαñks dear- and yeah he will – i rly appreciate the support from the get-go

  15. @abari – lol- ☂hαñks man- i rly appreciate-imma see wah i can do k. ☂hαñks once again

    @moorff – amen- ☂hαñks a million

    @jewel- Amen … ☂hαñks a million dear

    @mike – ☂hαñks alot- i rly appreciate

  16. @hauwa/1665 … Words fail me .. I dunno where to start from as “thank u” doesn’t sound appropriate.i know i wouldn’t have touched the pen if u hadn’t encouraged me to do so in the 1st place, even when i had every “reason” not to. As for being ma biggest fan, there are better ways to show it 8-| .☂hαñks a million hon. Why em em heytch 😉

  17. @slim-doc – a big amen to that- ☂hαñks for the support and encouragement from the beginning – i mean it when i say i rly appreciate . ☂hαñk u a whole lot for err thaing

    @kingsley- ☂hαñks alot- i appreciate

    @f.lake- *passes some’n soft to wipe ’em tears away” ☂hαñks a lot dear- i rly appreciate

    @all- pls feel free to email me if u wna partake in my next article which promises to be very interactive and realistic, dealing wiv day to day issues n problems and of course possible solutions to ’em – Forr more details on what it entails or how u can be a part of it, holla @ ma email. ☂hαñks 🙂

    Email : pinupjoe@yahoo.com

  18. Wow! Wat a story, ur rili gud doin dis stuff, was quite fooled tho, tot it was u,wonder wat idy did after dat happend. Anyways u shld kip doin dis, its rili cool. Nd oh yh RIP Mathew.

  19. @mark – ☂hαñks man

    @iceprincess – ☂hαñks a lot for the support and encouragement soo far – i rly appreciate k ({})

    @mz_ gela -;) uh… 😡 lol– ☂hαñks dear – i rly appreciate – may his gentle soul rest in peace – Amen!

  20. Wooooow! Im actually touched by this….what a climactic ending! Is this a true story or a figment of ur imagination??? Either way, this was a good mini-blog-series you put together. *two thumbs up* 🙂

  21. Wow! Srzly didn’t expect a tearful ending……..well done CJ. Thank u 4 dedicatin this beautiful piece to Matthew. RIP Matthew

  22. @justin T- ☂hαñks man- ts a mixture of both ;). I really appreciate the support.merry Christmas hommes

    @kachi- ☂hαñks dear-i rly appreciate- amen to that. Merry Christmas dear

    @kemi- ☂hαñks dear- glad u didn’t expect it. Merry Christmas

    @damilola- Amen—– ☂hαñks a mil- i rly appreciate. Merry Christmas

  23. @chizzy – ☂hαñks dear- i rly appreciate the support 😉

    @monica – ☂hαñks dear – i rly appreciate

    @p_girl – u srz? ☂hαñks 🙂

    @michael – Amen to that -thanks-

  24. Estoy por lo general no esta emocionales, pero esta pieza provocó lágrimas de mis ojos tan titánica hacía !it actually got me thinkin……………………………# Estoy escuchando una canción triste☹ en este momento#

  25. @tomi— thanksssss- u write spanish well-guess ’em lectures i had paid off afterall- hope i interpreted it correctly x_x . “I’m usually not emotional, but this piece brought tears to my eyes- was so titanic- I’m listening to a sad song now ☹”

    muchas gracias. Realmente aprecio el estímulo

    That’s the lil spanish i can type x_x… Just know i really appreciate 😀 ({})

  26. @ceejay_u understand spanish as well?!!Estás seguro que la medicina es su vocación? Estoy un poco sorprendido. De todos modos, que son muy bienvenidos!

  27. *se ríe* Si.(Ma spanish isn’t that good, -i understand better than i write) I’m sure medicine is ma calling. Writing is some’n i recently started liking ☂hαñks to a lil push from some peeps. U in Naija?

  28. I can’t believe John (matthew) died :(. It never crossed my mind that it will end like this, how sad. I really feel for Idy and Stanley, after all they went through and overcame, death stole their friend away just like that…
    But Fantastic work Cee Jay you’ve done justice to your friend’s story and you carried us along every step of the way… Thanks for sharing his story with us.
    Hope this isn’t the last we’ll get to read from you… We’ve enjoyed the journey thus far… Bravo Cee Jay

  29. Yes I’m in naija.
    “y usted puede enviar su respuesta a mi última pregunta a mi dirección de correo electrónico por favor “

  30. @tomi- eso es genial, me encantaría escuchar / leer-correo electrónico tu historia- :d email: pinupjoe@yahoo.com
    ☂hαñks –

    @noir- thanks- glad u like it… And uh.. Nah- working on other articles. Y’all ‘ll hear from me soon k- merry christmas #belated – happy new year in adv

  31. @tomi- eso es genial, me encantaría escuchar / leer-correo electrónico tu historia- :d email: pinupjoe@yahoo.com
    ☂hαñks –

    @noir- thanks- glad u like it… And uh.. Nah- working on other articles. Y’all ‘ll hear from me soon k- ☂hαñks for all the support, encouragement and ginger to post ’em on time ({})- merry christmas #belated – happy new year in adv 😀

  32. Yea..very serious.. Really hw is idy? R u still in contact with her..or is this fiction?? Btw I just followed u on twitter @Bee_MaRzz

  33. Hmmmmmm hmmmm hmmmMmm…….Ceejay, diz is lovely. Jst saw diz piece nd it kept mih awake all nyt. Neva xpctd it2end diz way…..xcellent dlivery. RIP Matthew. Plz kip d gud work aiit. A very Lovely nd well packaged piece. Av a wondaful nyt rest nd better dayz ahead.

  34. Mmm,wat to say.Can actulali say am somewhat speechless.D whole story looks like patches of ur life.A very captivatin piece indeed.Nice work.

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