Ewa day!

Mozambique Hall was in one of its finest of mornings, fully awake, reasonably hustling and maximally bustling. It was rejoicing in the euphoria of the sweetness of dawn that crowned memories of the passing lecture free week, urging a more serious preparation for the forthcoming examinations and exhibiting hopes of general successful performance and results for the rain semester, girlishly, genially and gracefully, when, the heroes, the giants, the elephants, the lions and the kings of Awolowo Hall barged in like a storm with ‘glad tidings’ to the heroines, the giantesses, the lionesses and the queens.
While an effective public address system announced their arrival, their mission was pronounced from room-to-room in a very embracing manner. It was Ewa Day. They needed ‘wife materials’ to help separate the chaff from large quantities of beans. They were armed with masculine gestures, so tender, so endearing, so urging, that short, tall, fat, slim, plump, fair or dark skinned occupants in many rooms listened to them and offered their cooperation with mellifluous, tuned and heart melting happiness and satisfaction. Each interested room accepted a medium sized bowl of beans for ‘cleansing’.
The big, mighty Awo boys are respecters of ‘helpers’ efforts. They were nice enough to give the ladies sufficient time to exorcise the ‘evil chaff’ off the celebrated grains before making a return call to collect them, after which they left with them.

They spent the waiting moments entertaining the onlooking queens with music and dance. A citizen of Awolowo Hall did the dance impressively. He danced as though he had mastered the art of dance since when he was in his mother’s womb. He twisted, stood, turned, bent, coiled and freed himself artistically and dexterously to the delight of his audience.
Guesses rent the Mozambique Hall as to what would be the fate of such a large bulk of beans. As a result, two major camps were formed within the hall. While a school of thought said the beans could be shared by Awo boys and kept in their cupboards for immediate and later consumption, another party inferred that the mass could be cooked, all at once and shared among the boys in Awo Hall only
Then, suddenly, the storm surfaced again. It brought with it, well boiled and adequately spiced beans and invitations were soon spread to all Mozambique Hall Queens to troop out with bowls to get a nice share. The boys served the food meritoriously. The beans tasted good. The queens ate appreciatively. The day has become a historic one. Every Mozambique Hall Queen for the 2015/2016 academic year will live to remember Ewa Day and the thrills and frills embedded in its commemoration.