Phew! Sorry guys for the long break from my end. Was a sad moment being prevented from doing what I love most as I had a lot of personal issues to contend with. Am back with a better bang! Today I bring you the thoughts of one of my mentees. Sit back and enjoy!
Sixty months, five years, ten semesters, fifty-eight examinations, numerous assessments, countless breathtaking presentations, all for one goal, to earn the LLB degree.
I am Michael Ejiofor, a four hundred level student of the Faculty of Law, University of Ibadan.
My training to become a lawyer has been a rigorous, stressful and fulfilling one at the same time. As a law student, there is a lot to read and so little time to achieve this great feat. Every lecturer taking us comes with the preconceived mindset that his course is the only course we as students are offering thus giving him the licence to bombard us with so much work load.
I remember when we came in as fresh men, we all had this ginger and enthusiasm in all of us. The anthem we chanted then was “omo na first class sure pass oo, if I hear say I no finish with first class ehh…” After the rigorous training and drilling, that anthem became a dirge and the song of lamentation at the tip of our tongue became; “omo i no fit come die abeg, even Gani graduated with a third class. Na at all at all na him bad pass”.
I rarely ever answer questions in class. I am usually at one angle in class rolling my eyes at the “Lord Dennings” of the class who feel they are better than everybody or the “Tobi JSCs” of the class who feel that they have the primary onus of discharging the burden of proof that they read before coming to class.
As a law student, trust me when I say that you may not have known sorrow in life, until your contract law lecturer, refers you to a two hundred page material as area of concentration in answering just one question in your examination or when the Dean of Law who happened to be our criminal law lecturer (a brilliant Man I must confess) says “I have been taking this course for twenty five years now and I have never repeated a question in my life. You better make sure you attend classes. Past questions cannot save you”
On that particular day I began to glow with sorrow and I was mesmerized with sadness. Where do I begin, I began to wonder? Hence, from that day on, Criminal law classes became as important to me, as fuel is, to most Nigerians. I began to put in more effort and as God will have it, I passed in flying colours.
One of the good times I have had and will like to keep having is that uncertain moment, the moment lecturers use as their pay back, the moment of reckoning, the moment when you are seated in the examination hall and your question paper is in front of you and you open it and find out that you know the four required questions out of the six that you are expected to answer.
I am quietly seated on my sit, quite alright, but I still manage to hang one leg in the air and dance my “shakiti bobo” for at least three seconds.
It is on this note that I dare to say that adversity breeds character. My brilliant lecturers and rigorous training has brought me thus far. Law is a conservative profession and a beautiful one at that. It uses the mastery of words as its double edge cutting sword and logic as its shield. If I had the opportunity to come to this life again I will opt to study law.
Michael Ejiofor is a part 4 student of the faculty of law in the Nigerian Premier University, the University of Ibadan. He could be reached on firstname.lastname@example.org
Postscripts: Contributions are welcomed from other readers of the blog on their experience as either lawyers, law students or other members of the society on their experiences with or views about lawyers. Peace.
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