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I remember the exact night I gave up on “studying” in my room and just started scrolling Instagram instead. It was during Pharmaceutical Microbiology revision in...
I still remember the first time I did “bend-down-select” as a fresher. I had followed a coursemate to the popular okrika spot close to our hostel,...
I still remember the exact day I got tired of it. It was a Sunday night, two days to a test, and my data finished right...
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...
