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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...
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...
