LIFE OF A TYPICAL NIGERIAN STUDENT(5)

PART 5

The rain had began to drizzle by now as I was gradually regaining my sanity. I started cursing those guys I encountered. But for them, I'd have been on my sweet bed by now I thought.

The atmosphere around the library was so serene that even at the library corridor where I was, you could hear a pin drop but this quiet was soon interrupted by a dramatic commotion.

All of a sudden, a young man dashed out the library screaming out loud 'mo ti mo o, mo ti mo o'. Which meant in English language. I've known it, I've known it but since I had little or no strength at that time, I just stood fixed to a spot hoping it was nothing too serious.

In no time, two other students had followed behind the young man giving him a hot chase as he headed for the sports complex. Rumours later had it that the young man had developed sudden mental illness as a result of too-much reading.

I relaxed some more and after some time, everywhere seemed a bit brighter as NEPA, sorry PHCN had restored power supply and also the drizzling had stopped, it was then i resolved to advance to my hostel.

I got to the hostel and strolled in majestically; the gate was wide open and there was a considerable level of activity as students were preparing for the day.

I got to my hostel room and met everyone still asleep with the exception of Jimoh. Jimoh loved video games a lot and could sacrifice a night's sleep for PES and Winning Eleven soccer games.

'Adidos na sleep get me like this, abeg shift' I pleaded in local parlance. He adjusted still fully focused on his laptop screen as I literally dived on the bed and proceeded to dreamland.

Jimoh was the 'dumbest' kid in room 242 Nollywood  hostel. He once went on shopping at the popular Taba market to purchase a counterfeited footwear branded 'Adidos' instead of the popular Adidas brand, gene the nickname 'Adidos'. 😂😂

Back to my sleep, I had a dream that night. In that dream, I saw my 'PRG 101' lecturer congratulating me on my excellent result. I was top of the class and felt on top of the world. True to the dream, I had a flair for programming and had little or no problem with the course which wasn't the case for many of my coursemates. The lecturer was about handing a brown parcel to me when I felt something liquid-like pour over my body and bed.

I jerked up and was already cursing  within me. Who's this devil sent to me to block my imaginary brown parcel from being delivered to me.

Guess what? It was my birthday and my roommates had conspired to perform the usual birthday ritual on me. This ritual involved beatings, slaps and bathing with soapy mud water, 'zobo', and other things you would and wouldn't have imagined. I dashed out of the room to escape the rituals as my roommates followed closely; an action I was to regret taking shortly.


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