MY DIARY OF A FRESHER – EPISODE
4.
On entering the room, we met like four hungry-
looking boys out of a supposed-census of twelve. My
dad greeted them all while my mum did the normal
famzing as expected. I just kept looking around the
room perplexed and with much discomfort written
all over my black face ..” Which kain room b this, e
too small na”. Imagine 12 students with potential
squatters in a room that’s more or less the size of
my room back in my hood.
I took a look at the backyard and what I saw
could make a man forfeit his admission. I looked up
and luckily there were two healthy-looking ceiling
fans, then I smiled as I remembered Lil Kesh’s
line that says; “ too many fans even cold don dey
catch me “, though I later found out that the fans
were never working.
I sat on a bed adjacent to my bed space as I watched
my mum arranging my stuffs and decorating my
bed while she kept talking, advising my roomates to
be of good behaviour and never join bad guys …”She
no even sabi whether na dem be the bad guys
sef”… I thought.
My dad noticed the dissatisfaction on my face and
told me not to worry as it was just a matter of
one year. “ One year? 365days? Very long! We’ve
been spending just one day since and it seems
like it’s never ending, not to talk of 365 days “. I
thought.
Skipping all actions to some minutes later, my mum
was done with the decoration and they were set
to depart. Then my mum said that sentence that
always made my then unGodly but now Godly self
inconvenient…” Shall we pray“…I noticed my room
mates were looking so much interested in the
prayer, only if they knew the last prayer session we
had before leaving home was 2 straight hours with
extra minutes to its credit. “ In Jesus Name….” She
started…
To be continued...
4.
On entering the room, we met like four hungry-
looking boys out of a supposed-census of twelve. My
dad greeted them all while my mum did the normal
famzing as expected. I just kept looking around the
room perplexed and with much discomfort written
all over my black face ..” Which kain room b this, e
too small na”. Imagine 12 students with potential
squatters in a room that’s more or less the size of
my room back in my hood.
I took a look at the backyard and what I saw
could make a man forfeit his admission. I looked up
and luckily there were two healthy-looking ceiling
fans, then I smiled as I remembered Lil Kesh’s
line that says; “ too many fans even cold don dey
catch me “, though I later found out that the fans
were never working.
I sat on a bed adjacent to my bed space as I watched
my mum arranging my stuffs and decorating my
bed while she kept talking, advising my roomates to
be of good behaviour and never join bad guys …”She
no even sabi whether na dem be the bad guys
sef”… I thought.
My dad noticed the dissatisfaction on my face and
told me not to worry as it was just a matter of
one year. “ One year? 365days? Very long! We’ve
been spending just one day since and it seems
like it’s never ending, not to talk of 365 days “. I
thought.
Skipping all actions to some minutes later, my mum
was done with the decoration and they were set
to depart. Then my mum said that sentence that
always made my then unGodly but now Godly self
inconvenient…” Shall we pray“…I noticed my room
mates were looking so much interested in the
prayer, only if they knew the last prayer session we
had before leaving home was 2 straight hours with
extra minutes to its credit. “ In Jesus Name….” She
started…
To be continued...
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