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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...
It was past 2am and I was still awake; not because I was reading, but because of that annoying drip… drip… drip… coming from my bathroom...
My hostel room was doing the most — bed on one side, box on the other, and somehow every “study session” ended with me hunched over...
I can still remember when I visited my younger sister at her hostel in the University of Lagos, where she was just admitted into during the...
