By Ibrahim Adeyemi
The scoffing scenario still seriously sings songs of sorrow in my cerebrum, it was a scorching sunny noon in the most peaceful university in the country.
While I was snooping the surroundings of my school with my newsy nose, looking for what to write about, like a food forager, looking for food to fill his yearning pots.
It was one of the United Bank for Africa’s (UBA’s) staff, Mr Leo that stormed the campus with a caterwauling deejay, they were giving prizes at the same trading for the students.
As I made my way amidst the rabble-rousing crowd, students were dancing along with the dancing Danfodites in “Hijab” (purdah).
I saw two girls rolling their waists and shaking their bosoms, like the cooperate ladies of Allen Avenue.
One was romancing a poll, dancing “One Corner” like she had just been credited by the ponzi scheme MMM.
The other one was twisting, twitching and/or “twerking” left and right. Both of them are blessed front and back.
They were dancing and dancing while the deejay deejayed tirelessly.
When everyone was clapping, I was frowning and my eyes turned the colour of UBA itself. I was stunned and scorned.
Who am I to frown at the their dancing propensities? Are they not the owners of the breasts and buttocks they sell? “Ina ruwana? But why dancing with the holy hijab? Why didn’t they dance to their sinful songs in nude? Why were they staining the saintly purdah? Why, why and why?
When my eyes saw the dancing students in their full purdah, some questions visited the heart of my heart.
In the recent time, when I arrived the seat of the Caliphate, I thought I was in the paradise, where sins were not committed.
Most especially, when I stepped into the most feastful, peaceful and not fearful varsity in the country, I heaved a sigh of relief upon my belief, when I saw so many female students in “hijab.” “This is really the most peaceful university as it is called,” I thought.
Paradoxically, the “hijab” many of these students wear does not define their personal personalities. Most of the students only manifest in the “hijab” but the “hijab” does not manifest in them.
They appear very saintly but very much sinful. Is it not better to know who is who in who is who? Why the pretense? Why must they even appear in “hijab”. All these are questions have got no answer to.
One night, as a night reader and night crawler, I was strolling around to see what was going around after some extensive reading, I saw something that left my mouth agape for several minutes.
At the back of a class which name I will love to make sacrificial lamb for my fact, I saw four legs in one “hijab.” Then, I began to wonder what would happen. Inquisitively, I moved very closer to be sure of what I had seen.
I realized that really, it was two human beings (perhaps positive and negative), squeezing each other passionately. I wasn’t sure of what they were doing but I’m sure it was exactly what you are thinking. O my God!
The other time, I met a girl in full “hijab” shaking the hands of man so audaciously and saying “salaam aleikum” at the same time. One lady called “hijabite” in my department will never feel shameful to hug a man publicly.
Some others would never cover their faces unless they have tests and exams to write. A lady once told me that she preferred using her “niqab” in the night than in the day. These are ladies who, in first sight, one would think they are more holy than the holy Mary herself.
Ibn Duraid, an Arabic poet had once put his poetic poetry as thus: Humans are like fruits, some of them look very enticing. But, when tasted, they taste very sour, hard to swallow.
This poet, I suppose, is metaphorically referring to the so-called “hijabites” who hide under their malicious garments and act deviously all in the name of “hijab”.
I have problem with whom I know their names but I won’t want to mention. All they are concerned about is the codes of dress codes. They want all female students to appear in “hijab”.
Their preaching is not really reaching the right sides of people’s ears. They have mixed morality with dressing. Does dressing defines decency? This is the question they have not been able to ask.
I am an advocate of “dress the way you want to be addressed.” But, I detest the fact that some people are addressed the way they are dressed but they address themselves contrarily to the way they are dressed.
It’s better to change our characters and manners morally, before we change our dresses to suit our religion.