
Jos, thirty years later
My class at the University of Jos was admitted to the university in the fall of 1985 as the University of Jos class of ‘85. It is thirty years from thence – and time seems to have galloped too quickly. WE arrived on campus in late September 1985, to the clamorous strains of the wind in the leaves, and to bracing mornings, in what would prove to be one of the coldest harmattans ever in Jos. I was eighteen, going to turn nineteen that December, and I had decided to come to Jos to study English, and not to follow in any of the steps towards which my father was nudging me.