AN ACCOUNT OF THURSDAY OCTOBER 29, 2015
Kpa! Kpa!! Kpa!!! Wali kwane odudu shemeh was what I heard after a long journey of sleep between the hours of 8pm and 5am. I hardly sleep this early but had to since the Abuja Electricity Distribution Company (AEDC) had been doing what they do best; holding away power. And all effort to get fuel to power the family elemax power generator proved abortive.

Immediately I heard the taps and my name, I knew another day of struggling without my uncles wife is was up. I stood up full of thanks and praises that the food I ate the day before didn't send me to my early grave. The day before, I was served a half-cooked rice and beans probably without salt and enough pepper to push someone's eyes balls out and make his nose run like a tap with a control. Having no other option because it was already late and the creatures in my stomach yarns, I ate it full of complain deep within me.

Just like any other day, I laid the prayer mat and full the kettles with water then proceeded to performing ablution and afterwards prayer in jam'i. After the prayer, I went straight to brush my teeth. As my brush moves against my teeth, my mind flashed back to the meal of the previous day and and it beats again; what will I have for breakfast this morning? Coupled with faith and knowing if worse comes to worse, I will have bread and cold tea for breakfast. I went straight to sweep my room. Sha... Sha... Sha..., that the sound of my broom as it moves against the floor. My uncles daughter Sumaiya later came that she was thinking we could have yam and tomato sauce for breakfast. Immediately I hard sauce, I knew the plan of finally sending me to my grave was up and I thought deeply within me "wetin this one dey talk sef, yesterday normal jollof na'im wan send me go grave talk more of tomato sauce that am way too sure will be half pepper". As God may have it, my lectures for the day was to start 7:00am so I have to leave the house before 6:30am so I told her to count me out that I will just take bread and tea.

Fast forward to 6:00am, I took my bath, dressed up, ate bread and of course cold tea and picked my all in one jotter and before you could say jack, I was out of the house to the main road to board a taxi. I arrived school around 7:00am only to be told the class wasn't holding that was even after wasting our time.

Life in Geography department FUL is soo unfair; when you are in class and the lecturer is absent, he is just being a lecturer but when the reverse is the case, you are an unserious student. Hmm... God dey. There was a seminar organised by the department that day so lectures were terminated.

Being a Nigerian student in a Nigerian university, I go to school for several reasons. For this particular day, charging my phone was as important as attending lectures to me since it was long AEDC showed their mercy on us. This particular semester, it seems the ratio of students to socket is very large that seeing an empty socket seems like winning a jackpot. The situation had gotten to an extent that going to school with an adapter or extension is as important as going with a charger. We couldn't get a free socket so we agreed on going to get an extension from dorcas house. Getting to the school gate, something game up though not serious, I gave my phone to dorcas, a course mate and went to attend to the unserious thing that came up.

I came back to school and dorcas said she plugged it in the GST hall 2. A class was on there so we could go in to get our phones and had to wait outside the class. Incidentally, my department 200L students were there so we exchanged greetings and everyone faced his normal discussion. As I was discussing with my friends, I saw a familiar lady in long hijab coming toward our side, she is in 200L. She pretended not to see me and I was so interested in the discussion that I had to finish before resetting her to factory setting. This particular lady in long hijab kept peeping at me but avoided eyes contact. I later left there after saying hey to her.

I came back after sometime when I was sure the class was free and entered to picked my phone and went out to attend to an undisclosed issue. I came back and met that familiar lady in long hijab sitting on a front seat. She plugged her phone and was guarding it jealously, a phone her tall friend called big for nothing. I sat close to her and we started discussing God knows what. She later asked me to accompany her to buy peanut. We came back and ate the peanut.

The time now is 3:25pm and I wanted to go home but she kept saying I should wait and pray in the school masjid. It took blah blah blah for her to see me off to the gate before going for prayer. I arrived home and to my greatest surprise, the food sumaiya cooked this time was soo delicious that I had to bite my tongue and nearly chop of the spoon, it was wow! After doing some personal stuffs, I was sitting surfing nairaland when I heard a knock on the door, it was patience, a neighbour/friend that now schools outside the state. It was nice seeing her, she was looking so sweet, now flumpy and I almost fell for her trap, her beauty. She was looking so so muah muah. We chatted about variety of topic ranging from studies, friends, music, sciences and Nigeria politics. She left around 6:30pm that was almost the time for magrib prayer. At around 7pm, my phone ba3 juice went low and that made me slept early around 8pm.


NOTE: I just took interest in writing so constructive criticism that will aid me in writing good articles and stories will highly be appreciated.

Written by the Owner of Waliwrites

The piece is better than average, man, I have to say. Your comic touch was okay but it certainly is not a story. It is more like a narrative. Your problem quinsentially now is your inability to link sentences and words together. But I tell you now, bro, if you work on this skill, you'd certainly become a very good scribe.
Yours in pen.

OluwabuqqyYOLO:
The piece is better than average, man, I have to say. Your comic touch was okay but it certainly is not a story. It is more like a narrative. Your problem quinsentially now is your inability to link sentences and words together. But I tell you now, bro, if you work on this skill, you'd certainly become a very good scribe.
Yours in pen.

I must say am really happy with your contributions, most people hardly reply in threads like this. Maybe because it not of standard or it was written by an unpopular member. It will be of great pleasure if you can put me through on how to link sentences and words together or links to pdf files that could educate my ignorant mind.
Thank you...

waali:

I must say am really happy with your contributions, most people hardly reply in threads like this. Maybe because it not of standard or it was written by an unpopular member. It will be of great pleasure if you can put me through on how to link sentences and words together or links to pdf files that could educate my ignorant mind.
Thank you...

Of course, bro. Read this:

https://www.nairaland.com/2705969/hole-through-curtain

OluwabuqqyYOLO:

Of course, bro. Read this:

https://www.nairaland.com/2705969/hole-through-curtain

Ok, I will when am having a lecture free period or after classes for today... Thanks

waali:

Ok, I will when am having a lecture free period or after classes for today... Thanks

Welcome, man!
Stay alive.

OluwabuqqyYOLO:

Welcome, man!
Stay alive.

I've gone through the piece, I think my style of linking paragraphs is poor. Any suggestion?

waali:

I've gone through the piece, I think my style of linking paragraphs is poor. Any suggestion?

You've to learn from any story you read, mate. Go through the section, I bet you'd surely get ameliorated.

OluwabuqqyYOLO:

You've to learn from any story you read, mate. Go through the section, I bet you'd surely get ameliorated.

Thank you, help me check this piece below

I know some people are lazy to write original contents of their own. I no take any God beg anybody, this write up is a figment of wali's imagination, no part of it should be produced or reproduced in any format without a prior permission from wali himself. My price your life.

Baby kor, toy ni. When adults begin to call their selves babies hmm... What they need is a hard knock, YES a hard one atleast to reset their brain. Come on... Be creative for once. Enough of all this preambles, danny's dearie asked me to write. Picking my writing materials with the sweet juice of my imagination, I dived into the realm to see what I have for her.

We live in a beautiful world, look at the sky in a cloudless day,the snow on a mountain , the rainbow in the sky, the flowers in the garden then look at danny's dearies eyes so beautiful and catchy. Her greatest asset I guess, they say not all that glitters is gold but when I look into her eyes, what I see there glitters and it is indeed gold!

Her eyebrows and lips are something else but as a writer with a boundary, I had better stop here and take my imagination to that familiar lady in long hijab, that wali's maryam. With her, I could go as far down as my spirit lead me who knows, maybe I could discover oil there!

I tell you, bro. That last update was more like it. You're improving already. I like this!

The update was short, though. Bring it on!

OluwabuqqyYOLO:
I tell you, bro. That last update was more like it. You're improving already. I like this!

The update was short, though. Bring it on!

Thank you, I have started writing a piece let post the little I had written.

I write for pleasure at my leisure time, hoping for fame to be tamed in me. this piece remain a chimera of wali's creative mindset. You are free to share it for non commercial purpose, am just having my fun.
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Enough of the tears, when daddy and mummy sat me down immediately after breaking the news of me been offered admission to study sociology at the university of trisha, I was far less concern about all the sermon they showered. My mind was far away from being that good boy they wanted me to be. Loo, my long awaited dream had come, no one knows how I had longed for this day to come. Now, I could dress like the big boys in universities I see on TV and could have the most beautiful babes in the world. I was brought back to life by my mum's tap on the head when she notices I wasn't paying attention, I was already lost in taught and could see myself rocking some classy looking ladies on bum shorts in a night club. Now after been admitted, the dream of every parent is to attend the convocation of their child after four year but what did my own parents get. A visit to the police cell to see their child behind bars and a letter of rustication from the school management. Sit back and relax as I take you out for a tour on how I got myself into this mess and hopeful you will learn from my ordeal. Remember, a stitch in time save nine.