By Okello Herbert
I just woke up, looking forward to what the day might bring. My room is so empty compared to the other continuing students, I indeed need to break a bank; No screen, no hoofers, not even a little scanner FM radio, my ‘ YXTEL mu – chaina’ is my only prized possession and meal card of course.
I think I am developing something for this o.g. of mine, but I pity her. She over associates with continuing students, my fresher status doesn’t save me much, it’s a liability, but when I become a continuing student I’ll date bu – freshers.
It’s just one year, my first semester. I’ll be patient. My mom gave me instructions to make sure I don’t admire things I can’t have, well, mama, babes here be looking good. They’re too fine. It’s like, beautiful babes meet here. For starters, I will admire those that attend church; I won’t have to spend on booze. Last night, our ceiling carved in a little, so when it rains, the roof leaks, coupled with broken beds, I suppose freshers, are the least considered students, it’s so unfair.
Its lunch time, and forks are missing, some second year student is insisting freshers are stealing forks. I can swear I haven’t stolen any forks. The same idiot was claiming freshers don’t flush toilets, I can assure you this, and fool isn’t likeable. So one day from now, it will be Friday, and University will be buzzing with plot, but papa keeps calling me, I bet to hear what kind of music is in the background. He told me, My university life should rotate around my faculty, my hall residence, the Library and the church. Well I don’t have much of choice; I’ll sleep my misery away.
