Farewell, Mojo Mama! Sadi Mohammad Shahnewaz Sadi Mohammad Shahnewaz
I remember being a very nervous 18-year-old when I first entered the premises of North South University, a place I did not even want to enroll in. For someone who had been schooled in bit-sized backyards they called school, the towering presence of NSU was intimidating.
As I walked into a canteen, I bought myself a cup of tea and sat in a corner, waiting desperately to see any known face when the class started. My first encounter with Mojo Mama happened just when I was about to get another cup to calm my ailing heart.