The meeting took place on Friday, July 29, through Saturday, July 30, 2016, in the places of De Vere, Staverton Park, Shtaverton, Northamptonshire, United Kingdom.
A few days before the event, the final list of participants was sent. Everyone wanted to look best at a meeting to impress their colleagues, many of whom they had not seen for thirty years after graduating from medical school.
Colleagues gathered in Australia, Switzerland, Canada, Nigeria and the United States of America. The wait has reached a crescendo. Women bought sparkling dresses, and men shaved and dyed their hair. Only Moses left his gray color to defeat Amok, for which he received the Wisdom Hair Award.
When we got to the places in De Vera, the coincidence of all the names on the list with all the people on earth was a task. If friends had not opened, they were strangers.
In the middle of the afternoon on Saturday, Salako, Vice-Rector of the Medical College, speaking on the podium, looked at the man who entered the audience. The man wore a brown, domed hat. “The hat,” the stranger confessed, “hides heavily colored gray hair.” Sympathy and laughter greeted him.
Following “Remember to return to Alma Mata’s speech,” people zigzagged through the hotel’s lobby to find classmates.
“Have you seen Fred Akpochafo?” Asked a sharp-eyed, toothy-looking man with glasses with a slight smile and a strong speech. "I'm Fred," replied the guy with glasses.
By mutual admission, Chinwe Nwokoma and Fred thronged each other in fifteen-minute bear hugs and handshakes, after which both people suffered an elbow dislocation.
“Did you see Ntekim Bassi?” Barry asked a guy with badly colored hair. A proud voice answered: "I saw him half a second ago."
The longer people talked, the more confident that the voice belongs to a particular colleague.
Ayo and I exchanged many emails, but only until Saturday I could match a person with a name. Nevertheless, it remained unclear in my memory. We continued to trade blows handshakes and hugs throughout the evening, waiting for the full memory load.
Each handshake tugged at the memory. Each hug attracted more sleeping neurons. Yes! He Ayo, his voice never left. He was just hiding, somewhere in the nuggets of the hippocampus. I think the same experience happened with Benjamin Oka.
She clearly learned about this when she saw Adzhibolu and Osakhon, Masa and Mohisola, Adebayo, Professor Musa, Palla Loulo, Man of Judji and Evelyn, Kehinde and Sammy Best, Chuks, Essein, Tony N. and Taiwo. Peter Olukovi almost slipped away. “My father is Henry Akpabio,” the boy told me.
People like President Yemi, Obi, Abolade, Emeka, Bolo, Onomé, Peter Eudje, Ngozi and Vero, I will never forget.
By Saturday evening, seventy percent of the class was identified. During lunch, more discoveries continued. Sunday morning and afternoon saw new revelations.
If Leslie owned her beautiful postures on Friday night, then Goze spent the Saturday night with her dance. Austin, Bhardwaj, Jinka, Titi George, Dayo, Ifeoma and Adanna tried so hard to find him. If Roro or Olaopa were there, they would give him a run for his moves.
No one could get each other. A guy with poorly dyed hair thirty times embraced Emma Nnopu to compensate for thirty years when they have not seen each other.
During lunch, more surprises fell through, like forgotten bills. Awards exchanged hands. It rains on the child. Members of the dance group “Adanta” hover in the air like teenage eagles. The entertainer, who transferred two rapidly rotating aluminum pools from his little fingers to the broom, kept us on our toes for seven hours.
Besides the nut-colored cashew mustache, Peter Olumze remained unchanged in nature and character and was rewarded. And to fan Professor Cole, Lix and his party won the group competition.
“Here you are,” said a man with poorly dyed hair when he finally noticed Ntekim Bassi.
“Anselm, you were looking for me, I understand,” said Bassi.
"Yes, I have not seen you in thirty years."
Suddenly torsos, arms and shoulders gathered several times. With the exception of ten, perhaps a weight gain of 15 pounds. Ntekim did not change the spot. Later, in an unchanging, even confident tone, he talked with the eternally elegant Moggi, O.
How Olamid and her team were able to stretch the funds to the level of pleasure that we had, this is overwhelming. Kudos!
Before the trip, I made name tags for each person on the list without knowing the people who would occupy so many labels. Aldeady no. Every face in my mind.
For two reasons, the London event will be hard to beat. Dancing legs have not reached the limit, but will soon appear. Second, almost all were discovered within fifteen years from the date of reunification in Memphis, Tennessee. If colleagues do not yet appear in the next tournament, all bets will be disabled.
Thanks to the prayers, led by Morafa and Dave, all the stars of heaven merged in harmony.
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