In the university, there is the rich, the middle class, and the lower class(poor), the lower class is a more sugarcoated way to say it, but guess what? I fall under the last stage. On many occasions, I have thought about going back home, and the next thing I find myself sleeping on my bed from exhaustion. In my year one (100 level) I had it so rough because my Dad was against my choice of university, I had it so bad, rough and tough. It was not easy at all. One day, I became so frustrated that I started crying at my school gate. I wanted to go home, back to my parents.
I cried openly without shame because I was heartbroken and had too many loads to carry as a fresher, my eldest sister and my mum were there to always help with the little they could, even till I finished school.
What happened that day was that I had so many things to do and pay in school, and with the whole scare of if you don't pay, you would have a carryover. I could deal with that, or so I thought until I got a call in class that I couldn't continue living where I was living, I needed to look for a place to stay, or else I would sleep outside that night.
I just couldn't hold my tears any longer. I just allowed them to flow. After crying to my satisfaction, I picked myself up and still went to look for an accommodation. It wasn't easy, though.
I just had just my partner and my mum to always tell me things will be fine and then he wasn't my partner but just a friend. So any time I felt like the whole world was crumbling on me I just looked for every way to unburden my heart and that is to
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