This morning, something crazy happened to me. Reflecting now, I’m “shook” that this really did happen, but then, just yesterday, B. came to see me at home due to the dip in health I took, and we spent hours sharing, as we always do; one of the things we spoke about was how, we will never truly know what we are capable of until we are placed in the right environment to express those very tendencies we may detest/admire strongly. (And, you should know that hating something doesn’t mean you cannot become an expression of it.)
Today, I stepped into my class in Faculty building, and met a mess.
You see, after the suspension of the ASUU strike, it has become commonplace to find my faculty’s building inhabited by a lot of other students from extraneous departments, so much so that, we sometimes have to beg them to leave our classrooms so we can have classes!
This is not the pain, as much as that they litter the environs and walk away with the excuse that this is not “their” faculty building! The nerve!
NASUU just called off an almost-one-month-old strike, so it’s to be expected that the classes would be a not-so-pleasant sight, yay? But, it’s never been this bad. The class stank. I had to pick around the desk I sat on, only to return to brewing mosquitoes!
Almost impulsively and rather surprisingly, the thought popped in my head. “Those pigs! They used our faculty yesterday.” And I caught myself! Wait. Wait. Hollup. I just called someone a pig. When did that happen? Like, how did I get to this place where I can feel comfortable calling someone a pig?
And another reply came “Only pigs would sit in a place as disgusting as this to lea—” I could not allow myself finish that train of thought. Ah! How did I get here?
I’ll tell you tomorrow.
Till then, Emem ye ifure.