Sister Grace helped me to get settled in the hostel…I was already used to having a lot of people live in one room but this time they were not family. Some of them looked friendly and some looked mean. When my sister finally left, I could not help but tear up…it was the first time I was on my own without my family around. She hugged me and promised to come back and check on me…she advised me to concentrate on what I came to school for and never to forget where I was coming from.
Deola was supposed to be my bunk-make. However, she got to school about a week after resumption. We were about 30 in the room (including squatters) and someone else had been sleeping on Deola’s bunk all the while but since I didn’t know who was who, I never bothered to ask any questions. Besides, nobody in the room cared enough to try to know me or talk to me.
You know those girls that wore T-shirts and tucked them into skirts back in school? That was me…little wonder my roommates didn’t care to mingle. I dressed like one of the Born Again people but it was not for religion. I was not even the religious type…
I actually struggled with the thought of a merciful or good God because I simply had never experienced that side of Him. Whenever I was in the hostel, I would gently crawl into my bunk and just be by myself…but that all changed the day Deola came
“What’s your name?” She asked
I wasn’t sure she was talking to me until she asked again. I looked up and she smiled at me. I told her my name and she talked to me for a while…it felt good. She was in my faculty but was a sophomore. I noticed she had a lot of stuff…a lot, a whole lot.
I didn’t have a lot of friends and I want to believe that low self-esteem had something to do with it. There were people in my class that didn’t even say hello to me. That changed a little after one of our test scores came out and I scored highest…
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