the fact that they is money scarcity And security
challenge in nigeria,kidnapping mess and boko
haram bombing.
Christmas is the time all tom Dick and harry in
school finds their root to their fro or visit parks,
zoo, aunts, uncles and friends.
But what are these students still doing on
campus?
What are student still doing in school by this time
of christmas holiday, run a questionnaire and be
deafened by the response you get.
‘I don’t want to go yet’
‘Home will be boring’
‘I don’t want to be engaged in any transit this
Period of time’
Lie, the facts remain that this set of people are
dame broke to even reach out to their parents
and friends via a phone call.
This group I belong to,
Lucky me.
Today I received a credit alert from my bank, my
uncle wants me to pay him a christmas visit, I
was so so happy, I rushed to the bank withdraw
the cash, kept my transport fare aside in a locked
pocket and said to my self
“I needed to eat my last meal on campus so I
won’t die of starvation in the bus, a packet of
indomie noodles will do”,
“I also need a new pair of shoe, o no! Let me buy
a new slippers. Or else I will run out of cash”
“I don’t have kerosene to boil my noodles”,
Buying this oil today, my transport fare will surfer
a set back.
I taught for a while and I remembered Hamza, yes
he will even be happy to share his kerosene with
me so I share my indomie with him, in happiness
I came back to my lodge.
It only took me a show of my indomie to get
Hamza asking me to cook on his stove.
Hunger is powerful, you can guess the Speed it
took both of us to get the noodles boiling.
we went inside and discussed on how best to eat
the indomie, I suggested we eat it with soaked
garry as usual, but he needed it with something
more solid -hunger bad o.
No minute passes without us perceiving the
aroma of the indomie on fire, we had added
enough water to make the indomie swell big and
had added good quantity of pepper to check
either of us from eating faster.
At a point we agreed to eat the indomie with
garri.
I came outside to buy #20 garri but discovered
our shoes including my new slippers have been
kidnapped, Hamza and I ran outside the gate but
saw no thief but an old woman.
‘Woman if na joke, stop em, we need our
christmas shoe here and now’
we were close to beating the poor woman up
when we remembered our Indomie noodles would
soon burn dry on fire, with fast pace we ran back
into the lonely lodge,
Do you want to know what we saw?
We saw nothing, we were already lying down
panting and asking each other
“But we left the stove, pot and indomie here”
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