Class of 2015
Major — Neuroscience
Hometown — Ijebu-Ode, Nigeria. (But I've lived in Lagos, Nigeria all my life.)
The correct pronunciation of my name sounds like an exclamation; "Busola!" -- but don't sound like you're surprised.
"Oluwabusiolawa" God has given us wealth; say it with meaning. Re-mi-mi-do-mi-do-mi-mi, like a song.
The correct pronunciation of my name requires confidence and familiarity. You have to sound like you know what you're saying.
And it helps to practice by throwing the sounds up a flight of stairs that lead up to someplace you don't know.
That's where I am right now, going somewhere new, with a song perpetually on my lips, finding meanings in the most disconnected occurrences and trying to look like I know exactly what I'm doing.
This is the story of how I got free Chipotle today for attending a public screening of Machuca in Higley Auditorium.
I really didn't want to eat at Peirce Hall this evening because its Easter Monday, and I'm all for celebrating in excess. So, I was very pleased to receive an email today about how I could get a free Chipotle Burrito if I came to see a movie about class differences in the short-lived socialist government in Chile. First of all, I love love love Chipotle! And secondly, a free dinner and a show?? They had me at hello!! (That rhymes! Haha!)
This Monday, as members of the Kenyon community trooped into Rosse Hall to attend an introduction to the 19th President of the College, Sean Decatur, I was filled with anticipation, and some amount of fear.
This is the tale of how I ended up not posting for the entire month of February. It was a bright sunny Thursday, right after my first basketball game where the Kenyon Lords beat Hiram College by 8 points. I was still reeling from the excitement (more like adrenaline rush) of the game and I had the bright idea to do something new on this blog. I figured that everyone was getting tired of reading about my boring – and sometimes almost tragic (Calculus II, why??) – life at Kenyon. So, I decided to interview the Basketball team...
“Busola, I pray that you will be dropped in a bowl of honey from which no one can ever rescue you.”– A literal translation of an Arabic blessing of perpetual happiness, courtesy of my friend Qossay Alsattari.
days to go!! Whoohoo!!!
“Busola, I pray that you will be dropped in a bowl of honey from which no one can ever rescue you.”– A literal translation of an Arabic blessing of perpetual happiness, courtesy of my friend Qossay Alsattari.