Friday, 23 October 2015

SOMETHING CALLED STRESS

The time on their watch now says it is ten minutes before four O’ clock. “We’ve spent past an hour here and we’ve still not been attended to, is it always like this?” He asked. “Well, always? I’m not sure, but I’, pretty sure we went through this same thing during our verification last year…Emmanuel replied. “..and the funniest thing is. HE continued…Immediately it’s four on dot, they’ll say they’re closed for the day. “What are we still waiting for?...” ….”We are now closed for today, those that we couldn’t attend to today. Please come back as early as possible tomorrow, thank you.” The voice came from inside the admin office, just before he could say any other thing. “so?”…Mashood said, with an eyebrow raised.
                    They did have to say anything to each other they all knew it was time to go home. There’s a park few meters from the admission office, where they can get a cab to their hostel outside campus. Their hostel was a two story building, in a compound that can accommodate two of it. The compound was just behind its twin (another building in its own compound that looks and has relatively same pattern as their hostel). The hostel which had two wings, the north and south wing with each wing having twenty-four rooms evenly distributed from the first floor to the last floor. Between the two wings, is a stair-well through which every floor can be accessed. Branching to the south and north wing from the middle where it joined.

                   Back in their room, they felt so tired they weren’t sure about dinner…all they wanted then was just to sleep.

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