I kept pacing to and fro in my four squared multipurpose shaped room - myself and my roommate apparently sectionalised every part of the room into our desirable taste. Opposite our six inches student mattress, there was the kitchen and there you have kitchen utensils and a three kilogrammes cooking gas we never for once, bought a full gas in it outrightly. Adjacent it, there was an old table and on it, were piles of dogeared books and an half burnt candle. A swift turn from there, your gaze would catch the cloth hanger, underneath it harbored other baggage.
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It was 2pm on a scorching hot Sunday, I just returned from church after a long meeting with the newly transferred presiding Pastor of my church. Frankly, my body was in attendance but my spirit wasn't, all what was discussed during the course of the meeting fell on my deaf ears, not because of any other reason but my rumbling stomach. I didn't had anything for breakfast because I thought the service would be just like every other quick campus Sunday service we've always had in the past but my prediction was totally wrong this time.
Three hours into the meeting, we finally shared the grace and I hurriedly dashed home since my hostel to the church was a stone thrown, I can't wait to feed on my leftovers which happened to also be my last supper, haven't exhausted my foodstuffs and blooming with expectations that my dad would send me allowance for the week.
On getting home, my roommate was around already, she actually left the hostel to see her mum at Egbeda that morning.
"Babe, what's up now?I casually greeted her".
"You guys had a long service today o, I hope they shared souvenirs sha?Because have eaten the remnant of yesternight jollof rice" Mabel said.
My jaw dropped upon hearing this and the cries of my worms grew more louder. Mabel, you ate what? I unintentionally shouted at her. "Babe, you know your voice could literally bring down the house right now, take a chill please".....Mabel said as she excused herself from the situation under the pretext of going to restroom.
I kept pacing around the room,hoping I stumbled on a solution that proffered, how to feed those grumbling hungry worms in my tummy. "What can I prepare with a thousand naira note"?Absolutely nothing edible enough.
Oh! now I remember, Tosin, gave me a fabric to sew for her some weeks past, if only I can sew that and deliver it today, I will be rich again and even have enough money to cook a nice meal for myself, I thought.
Yeah, that is it, that is the solution, I jumped for joy.
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I hurriedly soaked cassava flakes in a bowl and shoved it down my thought, since, that was what was left of our foodstuff - I needed energy to at least paddle my manual sewing machine. I finished making the dress so fast, the style was a simple one and I grabbed my phone to confirm Tosin's availability at home. She wasn't picking my calls so I thought perhaps she might be busy at the moment nevertheless, I left my hostel for hers'.
"Someone should please give me a shock absorber, have had enough for the day", I replied with a boggy eyes after Tosin's neighbour broke the news to me that ,Tosin had travelled since yesterday after she got an emergency call from home.
"How am I going to live today or survive the week without no money"? "I should know better not to count my chickens before they hatch", I thought while heading home with an heavy heart as i wished for a miracle, and yeah, a miracle did happened.
An uncle of mine that, I had left off my hook after countless times of unreturned calls and messages and hence, stopped being a pest to him because I wasn't feeling it anymore shockingly, sent me more than enough money that salvage my present hunger and even the futuristic hunger that was most likely to come
and you know what? I became a baller for next couple of weeks, I was a real baller balling,lol.
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