Dear Balogs,
How time flies. I remember when we used to queue for water at the hostel. I can remember when we burnt the midnight oil like our lives depended on Phy-Chem-Bio. I can also remember the Saturday night social gatherings
A few men could endure the grit we went through at FGC Ogbomoso. Then we were boys. we’re men now.
As you mark this golden jubilee, you’ll continue to power up and power on. You’ll get help where you least expect.
May you drink deep and grow strong. May you gather gold as dust.
Yours very truly,
Oludare Sorunke -ODUS
Executive Editor, BLACKWASH
