WORLD WAR 3
On her head is a hat that looks like the ones used by Jamaican marijuana-lords. Her jean trousers hug her legs tightly, and a black pair of socks and sneakers on her feet.
She has two shirts on, and a larger-than-life cardigan to top. Her bag is loaded with books, and her shoulders bear the burden.
She branches off to June 12 and buys "maishai" (bread and egg) of 150 Naira, and a bottle of La Casera - a very cold one. She carries these in a black nylon, and buys some gum which she puts into her pocket. Then she marches on!
She arrives at the Faculty of Education, and searches the Lecture Theaters for an empty seat in any. She finds one, and sits, with different eyes peering on her. She drops her bag beside her, and the black nylon on the table. She throws a gum into her mouth, and punches her phone.
Twenty minutes later, she checks time with her phone. It is 10PM. She brings out her notebook, then a textbook. Flips the pages for several seconds. Her eyes met the black nylon emmitting cold vapour. She eats the mishai and cooled it down with the cold La Casera, while everyone around her loses concentration and salivates.
She looks into her books, and her eyelids fall down. She takes another gum, and looks at her book. Her eyes become reddish, and she nods at nothing. In five minutes, she is in dreamland. She wakes up, and checks the time. It is 12:08AM. She resumes reading, but spends 5 minutes in one line. She bows her head.
6:20AM, she wakes. Pack her things and goes to the hostel. She has lost the battle for the night.
Here in Uniben, we are fighting in the Third World War. Our enemy is not America, neither is it Russia nor Iraq. Our enemy is SLEEP. Every night, we battle with it. How much of the battles we win during our stay here will determine if we'll win the war or not.
And the rate at which I hear brain-destroying and GP-reducing use of English on campus these days is giving me malaria.
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