*(MY FIRST DAY ON CAMPUS (UNN) CONT...)-EPISODE 3📖✍🏾👳🏻*
Hall Warden : Haba! I was not expecting someone like you to
complain of such penny now.
My Dad : But that amount is quite
scary now, imagine me
paying...........
Just one more word from my Dad and the die is cast. I felt my heart almost bursting out of my chest, I saw my spirit outside my body, drinking yoghurt and laughing hysterically, saying “ I no warn
u wen u dey do am? No be me go dey inside u
wen dey go catch you, i no fit allow u disgrace
me “. I felt my left leg shaking like it will withdraw its support anytime soon…
Then out of luck on my part and restlessness on the warden’s part, he cut in before my dad could land…
Hall Warden : Felly de Felly, Forget that matter jhawe.
Did you hear about Ikeji's death?
My Dad : I heard ooo. Like 2years ago. It was
very painful.
Hall Warden : So painful really, they said the same
sickness that worried him in during school days killed
him…
Happy and feeling a sense of relief, though I was
still troubled as I knew I was not out of the woods yet, it was uncertain whether they would probably resurrect de matter. I kept a considerable but not so suspicious distance from them so I wouldn’t get noticed easily. “ If I ever scape through
this God, I will do my first project sunday collection with this
money “, I prayed as I made a shaky on-motion
covenant with God.
The story is getting boring, get me a remote control, I need to forward it to a better scene….
Somehow luckily I escaped the outcome that could have been life-threatening, I couldn’t have been gotten so cheaply though. “ Where is your hostel?“,
my dad threw the question at me as we walked the rugged floor of Alvan hall. I caught
the question and threw back at him an excerpt
that took me 4hours to cram…” Room 336, wing B,
Alvan Hall, Opposite Peter Odili P.G hall nd Kwame Nkrumah hall, UNN, Enugu State, Nigeria “…That’s the verse Eze told
me to pour down for whosoever cares to know of my room number. All we needed to do was just
count the blocks up to 300 series as the letters
were boldly inscribed on the blocks as if they were meant for short-sighted optician friends. We got to
300 series and the room numbering we could see counts from 327 to 336 and the rest. Why they put room 336 on the
hostel registration page was the question on
everyone’s lips.
“ Well 336 means third floor room 36, the last I
checked “, my dad concluded..” Nooooo! I remember!
It’s not room 36, the 336 means room 33, bed
number 6, Eze told me!!! “. My dad was sure of his
conclusion but somehow convinced with the way I said mine confidently. “ It’s probably no more like it used to be during your days, everything now is
packaged and the numbering system is now
complex that only the smart ones like me can
decode, gone are the good old school days when
everything was simple“. I cracked some dry jokes
as we entered room 336…………………….
*👳🏻✍🏾To be continued...............*
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For Episode 1 and 2.......
Hall Warden : Haba! I was not expecting someone like you to
complain of such penny now.
My Dad : But that amount is quite
scary now, imagine me
paying...........
Just one more word from my Dad and the die is cast. I felt my heart almost bursting out of my chest, I saw my spirit outside my body, drinking yoghurt and laughing hysterically, saying “ I no warn
u wen u dey do am? No be me go dey inside u
wen dey go catch you, i no fit allow u disgrace
me “. I felt my left leg shaking like it will withdraw its support anytime soon…
Then out of luck on my part and restlessness on the warden’s part, he cut in before my dad could land…
Hall Warden : Felly de Felly, Forget that matter jhawe.
Did you hear about Ikeji's death?
My Dad : I heard ooo. Like 2years ago. It was
very painful.
Hall Warden : So painful really, they said the same
sickness that worried him in during school days killed
him…
Happy and feeling a sense of relief, though I was
still troubled as I knew I was not out of the woods yet, it was uncertain whether they would probably resurrect de matter. I kept a considerable but not so suspicious distance from them so I wouldn’t get noticed easily. “ If I ever scape through
this God, I will do my first project sunday collection with this
money “, I prayed as I made a shaky on-motion
covenant with God.
The story is getting boring, get me a remote control, I need to forward it to a better scene….
Somehow luckily I escaped the outcome that could have been life-threatening, I couldn’t have been gotten so cheaply though. “ Where is your hostel?“,
my dad threw the question at me as we walked the rugged floor of Alvan hall. I caught
the question and threw back at him an excerpt
that took me 4hours to cram…” Room 336, wing B,
Alvan Hall, Opposite Peter Odili P.G hall nd Kwame Nkrumah hall, UNN, Enugu State, Nigeria “…That’s the verse Eze told
me to pour down for whosoever cares to know of my room number. All we needed to do was just
count the blocks up to 300 series as the letters
were boldly inscribed on the blocks as if they were meant for short-sighted optician friends. We got to
300 series and the room numbering we could see counts from 327 to 336 and the rest. Why they put room 336 on the
hostel registration page was the question on
everyone’s lips.
“ Well 336 means third floor room 36, the last I
checked “, my dad concluded..” Nooooo! I remember!
It’s not room 36, the 336 means room 33, bed
number 6, Eze told me!!! “. My dad was sure of his
conclusion but somehow convinced with the way I said mine confidently. “ It’s probably no more like it used to be during your days, everything now is
packaged and the numbering system is now
complex that only the smart ones like me can
decode, gone are the good old school days when
everything was simple“. I cracked some dry jokes
as we entered room 336…………………….
*👳🏻✍🏾To be continued...............*
Visit......cosmogists.blogspot.be
For Episode 1 and 2.......
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