[STORY TIME] MY LIFE AS A FRESHER

MY LIFE AS A FRESHER

Episode 2 Part 2

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I proceeded to the car to get the documents, “what’s the news?”, my dad asked, “This people can trouble someone ehn, I was told to bring like 10 of my documents with #3, 000 for the clearance” I lied to my dad with confidence as I inflated the fee aggressively…”

 Things are going off point in this nation, when I was still a student of this great citadel, things were not this hard”, My dad bragged as he reached for his purse to hand me the liquid cash..”hope this woman no go fall my hand sha, she fit just say she wan follow me go where dem dey do the clearance o“, I thought, as I stylishly checked if my mum was concentrating but luckily, she was busy with a call.

“Hmmm at least , like #2, 500 don add to my purchasing ability, I go spend die for dis school!” I spoke to my ignorant self as I joined the somehow long but fast moving queue for the clearance. “But come o, people dey enter without any clearance na, and Aro tell me say I fit come back come do am sef”
For clarification sake, Aro was a neighbour of mine who finished secondary school like 3years before I did and was not even in a tertiary institution yet, but he claimed to know almost everything about the school even more than an alumnus, so his job was to go from house to house gisting people about university life which he had never experienced, though 90% of whatever he told me were deposited in the LIE folder of my belief".

“I’m through with the clearance” I lied as I concluded to get it done sometimes later. “Let’s help you move your stuffs in“, as expected, we unleashed the loads from where they were stashed, I was instructed to carry an obviously heavy baggage and tightly packed Ghana-Must-Go sack packaged by my mum, “y dis one kon heavy like dis, sey na rock dey inside nii“, I murmured… “ I can’t allow you go hungry in school, so I had to pack anything that will last you a while without worries “, I blushed at my Mum’s reply which stimulated more strength for me to lift the loads.

Strugging continously with my luggage as I strive forward towards the entrance with my dad bouncing in front of me with free hands…”chai, dis man no even fit help me carry small of dis load, well, na big man, e no go make sense if e dey follow me struggle with load for public“… I was still busy in thoughts when I heard someone hailing my dad from afar…”Oskondo d skondo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” That was my dad’s nickname in school, guess who hailed him?? It was that man that told me the requirements, unfortunately he was my Dad’s old school mate who couldn’t strive through the challenges of life and ended up being a hall warden…”I don die! Iffa hear say ma papa no catch me today, see how people dey stretch #200 to the man wey dey hail am wen me don collect #3, 000 from am, e go wan go meet the man ooo”… I shouted in thoughts as my dad and the man’s conversation goes thus..
Hall Warden: Oskondo d Skondo!!!!!! Tell me you brought your son !!!

My Dad: Yes ofcourse, what other reason would I have to be here.

Hall Warden: Oh! Where’s your son?

My Dad: Here he is, Come closer boy…
“My dad pointed at me as I was trying to hide at a guy’s back, unfortunately, the guy was too short, the only part of me he could cover was my feet to my belly, my face was just so glaring”

Hall Warden: Oh he really looks like you though, I think I’ve seen you today

“I stay fixed to a point with all eyes on me, I nodded”

Hall Warden: But you’ve not done the clearan….
“He couldn’t complete the deadly statement before my dad cut in with the deadliest question directed to the him…”

My Dad: You guys are not trying o… How come the fee is so high just for hostel clearance???????????????
…I fainted in spirit while my physical self started singing silently “Yawa dey ooo!!!”…

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