another interesting part of my life popped up: I got admission to study Theatre Arts at the University of Ibadan. When I was filling in my JAMB form, I had narrowed my course options to just one: theatre, theatre and theatre. I hid the form from everyone until it was submitted because people had the idea of me becoming a doctor, lawyer or something like that. I wanted to use theatre to treat ailments and low moods, and to give a lot of fun to people.
I got the admission. The letter came and there was so much merriment at home. There was so much excitement that nobody was bothered about whether I was going to read Theatre Arts and so on. The main thing was that I had got admission to the university. Everybody was excited. I packed my bags and off to Ibadan I went. Then, the sad bit of it happened. I didn’t know that the admission letter was posted late. So I only got to the University of Ibadan to find out that the quota, that was what was used then, was already filled. The world came crashing down on me. Everything stopped and I thought there was no way forward.
How was I going to go back home to tell everybody that was taking part in that merriment that nothing was happening in Ibadan? I decided I was going to stay there. I was sleeping in the corridor of the Department of Theatre Arts. I couldn’t summon the courage to go back home. But after the second day of doing that, somebody saw me: Mr. Akin Sofoluwe, who was then a manager on the program NTA Abeokuta. He had seen me when I led my school’s choral groups to the studio for recordings when I was in Abeokuta for my A-Levels.
What struck him was a particular event on one of the recordings. We were recording and the song was going on and for some reason the group did not know how to stop the song. So it became an endless song. Something drastic needed to be done to end it. What did I do? At some point I just summoned the courage, pulled out of the group