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The first time I was at Ilorin, I visited a canteen at a far abandoned faculty in University of Ilorin where I ate an unhealthy but generous plate of beans which ruptured my stomach. The  ensuing abdominal in-continence marred my desire to feed on the city's panoramic views. My efforts to relieve the physiological distress was met by Uni-Ilorin debasing convenience. I could not defecate in the toilet, it was too much de-dehumanizing. After leaving the campus, I attempted at a motorpark' toilet which was also infested-ly wet and filled with finger-sized flies. I ran into a waiting bus leaving to Oyo. 
The experience was harrowing and more saddening that the sweet-love I sought there then was also sour. 

Now, I step once again into Ilorin with my eyes readied. I can see a town with light and free air (unlike the heavy and arid air of Ibadan mainstream)  just like it's rural, accompanied with urban outlook of a cosmopolitan with flowery yellow and green brightness of her transport network. The amiable Ilorin Sun smiles down with a mild caress. I feel in love with the town and all past memories wiped out. I see a town appareled in modest, religious-compliant garb exuding all beauties of humanity without the extreme, yet I can not get close enough to stare into those denizens'eyes to discern the belied vices of rumored adultery, sexual incontinence, wild ways, perpetual theft etc. Though the denizens are Lagos-ready to outsmart you if given such chance unlike Osogbo where everyone almost helps, yet the city is lovable....

More lovable since it's creamed with a true sweet love. 

-Toonday 03-12-2016 

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