University life, NYSC experiences, friendships, self-discovery, and the transition into adulthood.
University has a way of teaching you things that are nowhere in your course outline. It was a Thursday night and the weather was unusually cool, which in Lagos simply means you could sweat a little less than normal. Our room sat at the very end of the hostel corridor. Most rooms accommodated four students,
There are certain things nobody prepares you for in university. Nobody tells you that lecturers can disappear for three weeks and suddenly appear during tests.Nobody tells you that your roommate may own one plate, one spoon and somehow borrow yours permanently.And absolutely nobody tells you that in university, chairs do not belong to the school.
There are certain moments in life that make you feel like an adult. Getting admitted into university is one, moving into your hostel is another. At least that’s what I thought. The reality was that by 10 a.m. on moving day, I was standing beside my father’s car while my mother supervised the loading of
If you ask my father, I am a young man standing at the doorway of a bright future.If you ask my mother, I am her precious first child who simply needs a little guidance.If you ask my younger sister, Adesuwa, I am a walking collection of embarrassing stories she intends to weaponize for the rest
Dear Diary, There are many ways to become famous. You can become a musician, an actor, a footballer, a politician, or an entrepreneur. You can invent something revolutionary, discover a cure for a terrible disease, win an award, or even change the world. What I did was slightly different. I became famous for sleeping. Not
Some people are born brave.I was not. I know this because brave people do not spend three days rehearsing a conversation they haven’t even had yet. Brave people do not practice speeches while sweeping the compound.Brave people do not whisper arguments to themselves while bathing.Brave people definitely do not almost faint every time they imagine
There should be a manual for being nineteen. Not a proper textbook. Just a small booklet. Something that explains all the things adults expect you to magically understand the moment you leave secondary school. How relationships work. How feelings work. How to know when somebody means what they say. How to know when they don’t.
People say honesty is the best policy.Personally, I think honesty is expensive. Honesty gets you into trouble.Honesty starts difficult conversations.Honesty forces you to explain things. Lies, on the other hand, are efficient.Elegant.Convenient.Like shortcuts. At least that’s what I believed until last Thursday.Now I’m not so sure. The funny thing is that I’ve never considered myself