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#DEARASPIRANTTOTHEBAR, ‘I FOUND MY OWN RHYTHM, MY OWN STRUCTURE, WHAT TRULY WORKED FOR ME’

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Name: Tijani, Zainab Ololade

Campus: Lagos Campus (First Class), Director General’s Prize for First Class Students.

University: Obafemi Awolowo University, Second Class Upper Division

About: Lolade Tijani  is a banking and finance associate with experience in tax advisory services. She enjoys running, travelling the world and meeting new people. She can be reached via loladetijani@gmail.com.

Tijani Zainab in her wig and gown
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MY LAW SCHOOL STORY

My law school story is one of grace. I have no other explanation for my success except that I had a higher power evidently working in my favour. Let’s try to start at the beginning.

My name is Lolade Tijani, I graduated from Obafemi Awolowo University in December 2016, and my graduation was not very happy despite the fact that I was graduating with a CGPA of 4.3 out of 5. I was sad because on my graduation day, my classmates were attending classes in law school, while I had not yet applied for the law school year.

In April 2016, I finished with my long essay, and I was so elated to finally be done with college a year later than my colleagues no less.  Afterwards, I spent my free time doing internships and preparing for law school, little did I know that things would not go as planned at all.

In August 2016, my university finally released the list of Law School applicants, and I, without worry checked for my name, but to my imminent surprise, it was not there. I spent the night trying to understand the omission and its effect on my life, I could not sleep.

Apparently, two of my results had not been uploaded to my school portal in time and as such, it seemed I was not eligible to go to Law School. I immediately left Lagos and travelled down to Ile-Ife, Osun State, where I stayed for over a month trying to rectify the situation. I cried spontaneously often during these times thinking to myself “I don’t deserve this! I worked so hard!”. Finally, when I was able to apply to go to Law School in December, Law School broke the news that the campuses were filled and we would have to wait till the next year.

All hope was lost, I felt dejected. As I write about this period of my life, an overwhelming feeling engulfs me because I felt trapped in this particular moment that went on for very long.

Tijani Lolade
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Miraculously, I was posted to the Nigerian Law School Lagos Campus, my only choice. I had missed 7 weeks of lectures and I was being told scary stories from various colleagues already in the system. I remember my first class was Criminal litigation on Monday and we were being taught ‘Court Martials’, and I thought to myself ‘I am finished, how will I ever catch up in order to understand the way these kids were answering questions thrown to them’. I was terrified that Mr. Kanu would ask me to turn on my microphone to answer a question and I would disgrace my entire generation, luckily that did not happen.

After leaving that class clueless and hurt, I made a decision I was going to read up on all the topics I missed, I gave myself a deadline and prepared to work. This was no easy feat as I still had to answer tasks before going to class the next day and read the topic we were about to treat in class that day. So, what I did was to read the one topic I had missed at midnight (12am) and then go to sleep and wake up the next day and brush through the new topic to be treated before going to class.

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BACK TO SCHOOL PROJECT

Back to School Project- Sogunle Primary School Ikeja Smiling faces, eager hands, the excitement new no bounds on Monday 26th September 2016, at Sogunle Primary School Ikeja. Some will ask, why are …

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NATURALISTA IN LOVE

“Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.”
                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Maya Angelou

 

 

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I partition the hair on my head into six sections. I comb each section and loosely tie each into a knot. I don’t take my eyes off the mirror in front of me. I pick up my container of leave – in conditioner. Empty. I toss the container behind me in anger. I don’t have time for this. I walk out of the room and go straight to the kitchen. I go through the trash hoping to find an empty plastic bottle. I call out to my brother.

‘Get me either your compass or divider from your math set.’

The  rat does not budge. ‘Please, Tola.’ When he brings to me, I hand him the bottle. ‘Puncture the cover like somebody who has sense o and bring it to my room with a sachet of pure water.’ He distorts his face like someone in pain. I look at him pointedly.

Back in my room, I lay out my oils – Argan, Coconut, Carrot with a hint of lavender, Olive with few drops of Eucalyptus, Castor with a few drops of lemon oil, Jamaican Black Castor oil with a few drops of tea tree oil, my coconut and olive and carrot oil and a mixture of all the oils I have. I settle for the Jamaican black Castor oil and tea tree oil. I put the rest carefully in my kit. I have a brother who is perpetually out to get me. I pour the sachet water into the bottle and cover it. I press the bottle in the middle so that the water spurts into my hair. I apply it per section. I oil each section thoroughly and finally lock the moisture in with my thoroughly whipped ‘aloe veraed’ shea butter. I sub divide each section into four and make tight bantu knots. I baptise the knots with my hair mousse and wear my shower cap. I have four hours to prepare for the date.

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ON ETHICAL DILEMMA

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Ilemona

By Tobi Amoo

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Hello folks. Hope you are having a great time in your Law office. Please ensure you are polite and show some form of responsibility in your office. Make sure you leave a good lasting impression there, for it maybe the first place you’ll come knocking for a job after your call to bar.

“…I am still a bit confused about what the ethical dilemma is about or how to tackle it. Please could you elaborate a bit further on it?”

The above is one of the similar mails I received with regards to the essay on ethical dilemma. So I will attempt to break it down. As you know, you are required to write two essays – one on law firm management and the other on an ethical dilemma.

The word ‘ethical’ refers to matters of (professional) ethics and rules, while the word ‘dilemma’ refers to a…

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