PART ONE
It was a cold Friday night, I woke up seemingly amazed at the speed of the turn of events these past few weeks. I just got admitted into higher institution, albeit a Polytechnic, the type of school which is on the lower rung of the educational system of this part of the world; people who graduate from here are discriminated against in the formal worksphere.
The dirty black ceiling which was a resultant of cooking secretly in my hostel room stared at me exhibiting various inscriptions and signatures inscribed by ex students and alumnus. Surprisingly, there was power supply, a very rare occurence at this time of the night.
Since tests were fast approaching, I had planned to 'jack' all through the night. I got up stretched and made for my study materials, handset and school bag.
I had taken two steps when I felt I had stepped on something hard, yet succulent, then I thought to myself what could it be? It was only when I looked I realized I had stepped on Segun (One of my numerous roommates). He barely reacted. Yes, Segun loved his sleep that much, he would be the first to bed and the last to arrive class for lectures. We always wondered how his Grade point hardly dropped. What a weirdo.
You see, the thing about the room was that it was originally meant for four students, instead, we decided to bend the rules a bit and accommodate six more students whom we call 'squatters' who in turn brought their own 'sub-squatters' which when summed up we numbered about FIFTEEN!
Anyway, I succeeded in gathering my laptop and other study materials without much fuss and headed to night class for 'jacking'. On getting to the hostel gate, the porter on duty that night refused opening the gate citing instances of me always wanting to go out at night. He shouted;
'Na only you sabi read, see all your mates dey sleep, wetin you dey find'.
I wasn't at all dazed as i thought he was most likely drunk and I wasn't ready for any scuffle. Fortunately for me, he allowed me out of the hostel, but not until I had parted with one #100 note.
WATCH OUT FOR THE NEXT PART.
It was a cold Friday night, I woke up seemingly amazed at the speed of the turn of events these past few weeks. I just got admitted into higher institution, albeit a Polytechnic, the type of school which is on the lower rung of the educational system of this part of the world; people who graduate from here are discriminated against in the formal worksphere.
The dirty black ceiling which was a resultant of cooking secretly in my hostel room stared at me exhibiting various inscriptions and signatures inscribed by ex students and alumnus. Surprisingly, there was power supply, a very rare occurence at this time of the night.
Since tests were fast approaching, I had planned to 'jack' all through the night. I got up stretched and made for my study materials, handset and school bag.
I had taken two steps when I felt I had stepped on something hard, yet succulent, then I thought to myself what could it be? It was only when I looked I realized I had stepped on Segun (One of my numerous roommates). He barely reacted. Yes, Segun loved his sleep that much, he would be the first to bed and the last to arrive class for lectures. We always wondered how his Grade point hardly dropped. What a weirdo.
You see, the thing about the room was that it was originally meant for four students, instead, we decided to bend the rules a bit and accommodate six more students whom we call 'squatters' who in turn brought their own 'sub-squatters' which when summed up we numbered about FIFTEEN!
Anyway, I succeeded in gathering my laptop and other study materials without much fuss and headed to night class for 'jacking'. On getting to the hostel gate, the porter on duty that night refused opening the gate citing instances of me always wanting to go out at night. He shouted;
'Na only you sabi read, see all your mates dey sleep, wetin you dey find'.
I wasn't at all dazed as i thought he was most likely drunk and I wasn't ready for any scuffle. Fortunately for me, he allowed me out of the hostel, but not until I had parted with one #100 note.
WATCH OUT FOR THE NEXT PART.
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