This occured Friday night last week. I was sitting at a table listening to the Night Visions album by Imagine Dragons. My FUT Minna pictures were doing a slideshow.
Then it came over me like a wave. If I were in school what would I be doing right then? Its 9:40pm most likely I would have be chilling in my house, or pursuing the things that give me peace. Things like walking home from school at night, alone with my thoughts and escorted by a little fear. Sometimes staring at the lights from town make me happy. Other times taking in the beauty of the campus at night from the Penthouse of my complex does it for me. When can I do these again?
The fact that I Can not pursue any of my weird habits here really bores a hole thru my heart. I miss my buddies, who don't mind me visiting at really odd hours of the night. Or my room mate who has to bear with me disturbing him with Owl City music. Those are real good times.
I really miss school. Not school school. School outside the classroom, thats what I miss. Like every normal person, classrooms bore me.
The tale recounted is based on true events Some weeks back, on Nigeria’s Independence Day to be precise, I planned to spend the whole day indoors. That I did, I spent the day watching movies and lazying in bed. It turned out to be a quiet day all through, nothing spectacular until I received a call. An Uncle* of mine who lived in the same compound with us called me on phone and said I should meet him on his side of the house. It was about 4 pm so I trudged to his apartment, expecting to be sent on an errand. When I got there, he simply gave me a cob of roasted Maize and some Olives and that was that. It was very funny, almost awkward. I carried this funny look on my face that made his wife laugh at the situation. He just encouraged me to give it a try. I took huge bite off the cob, shaving off a large swathe of roasted Maize seeds from the cob, and then went for the Olives which turned out to be sour. Dang! The sensation is beyond description, especially when the Olive...
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