Coming back to school for my second year in the College was very easy for me. I had my mind set to enjoy the year and block any unnecessary noise and bad vibes. As usual, those seniors came and said 300l was going to be hard, we'd need to work hard, blah blah blah. In my mind, I just said Eshey, E Ku ife (Thank you for your love), no one was going to stress me. I had a routine at the beginning of every semester where I missed the first week of lectures, so that I'd know which lecturers would be taking us, make I no go loose guard. Omo, unfortunately the day I resumed, the lecturer gave us a test in ANA 303. Me that I had not even collected last class information Ha! I sha did the test, I was sure I wasn't getting a zero sha.
STUDYING/READING
Studying for me was based on vibes. I read only when I liked. For me and my guys, night class became a place to charge our devices and sleep. We would leave home after eating half of our dinner, we would stuff our bags with our phone chargers and Ankara wrappers, with large sweaters for any adverse weather and deadly mosquitoes that may disturb our sleep. My schedule was normally to read for like one hour, sleep till like 3, then head home with my guys. Once at home, we would eat the second half of our dinner and sleep. I remember one particular day when we didn't go to school. My guy Toyeeb had a laptop on which we played PES, the only problem was that our hostels were separated by a thick bush spanning around 50 meters. This day, Toyeeb came to my place to read at night, so me and Mahmud decided to go over to his place also to play PES. Mahmud went first, and then I left home around past 10 to go and meet him. As I navigated my way around the bush and got to the house, I heard a rustling around and I was suddenly face to face with a gun-carrying vigilante. When the man started interrogating me, I could perceive a distinct whiff of alcohol on his breath, and his words were quite dragged. He was literally drunk and I was there struggling to identify myself because Mahmud had locked the gate from inside. I was sha praying for nothing to happen because I didn't even take my phone along. Fortunately, the man asked me to go and call who I was looking for, and I was able to locate the window and notify Mahmud.
At a point, the UITH security began to pursue us away from the hospital complex where there was usually light and sockets to charge, and long waiting wooden benches to sleep on. We usually looked carefully at the guard on duty because there was a specific woman that always made sure to send us away. One day, one of them stole Musdhaliph's book and hid it because he stayed in the complex. Omo we had to beg this man before he released the book, and we had to promise not to come back LOL. After that day, we made sure to wait until they slept before we moved in, and we never switched on the lights at the place.







