PART 6A
As i dashed down the hallway in a bid to escape the forthcoming melee, I attracted more students which resulted in a plumetting party for them to my detriment.
All my plea for leniency fell on deaf ears as i was bathed and sprayed with all sorts of stuffs ranging from tomato paste, ice-cold sachet water, 'kunu', 'zobo', and other liquids which I had no idea what they were.
I hurriedly went back to my room, picked my towel, soap case, bucket and proceeded to cleanse the filth from my body. My roommates were awash with laughter by now, mocking me for not being man-enough and lucky not to be beaten. I headed to the tiny hostel bathroom to bath. I was always in a hurry bath as I had an allergy of sharing washrooms with strangers, but the exhaustion from the ritual wouldn't allow me this time around.
I turned on the tap only to discover water wasn't flowing. Damn it! I screamed within me. The tank was empty, and to think fellow hostel mates wasted numerous buckets for an unworthy cause.
Shortage of water was the worst eventuality that could happen in Nollywood hostel. In situations like this, there were usually three options.
The first was to source for water outside the hostel, an option which i was not ready to explore as I'd have to queue for several minutes if not hours staring at tiny droplets filling gigantic buckets.
The second option was for the luxurious. It involved purchasing bags of sachet water for that purpose. I wasn't buoyant enough to afford that option, so I dropped that idea.
The last resort of course was to go for lectures without bathing. An attractive option at that point in time. I decided to go with the third option as we had a test that morning. As I stepped out of the bathroom, I set my eyes on something that put me between the devil and a deep blue sea.
To be continued.
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