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The first time I realized I could actually cook — not just microwave garri and hope for the best — in a hostel room with no...
There’s a particular kind of hunger that only a Nigerian student on a tight allowance understands. It’s not the “I skipped breakfast” hunger. It’s the “school...
The first semester I ever got a “big” allowance, I finished it in nine days. Nine days. I still remember counting the money I had left...
I still remember the first week I moved into my hostel room, second year in 2025. The wall between my room and the next one was...
I still remember the week everything went wrong. It was during my second semester, exam period, and I hadn’t slept properly for almost four days. Not...
There’s a particular kind of tiredness that only students who have lived through hostel water wahala will understand. It’s not the tiredness from lectures or assignments....
If you’ve spent up to one session in a Nigerian hostel, you already know the drill. NEPA — sorry, I mean PHCN, sorry, I mean whatever...
If you’ve ever been mid-assignment, laptop on 12%, and NEPA just… vanishes without giving a sign, you already know the kind of heartbreak I’m talking about....
You know that moment when your friend enter your room, and before she even greet you, she’s already fanning her nose small small? Yeah. That one....
The first time I moved into my hostel room, I remember standing in the doorway and just staring. Bare walls. One small window. A bed frame...
