Always being a victim of something helps me write better and I love experiencing stuffs to help me frustrate my anger on the writing...
I have been a victim of debt from how I don't know to were I don't even know... Seriously, owing isn't something I wish anyone.... It can cause when to go into depression and high blood pressure too..
When I started university, I never knew school was hard if you don't have money, walia, if I knew, I would have worked harder... I entered school and discovered that lack of money is bad. My lecturers just decided to put their frustration on us by extorting money from us for no reason....
In school, we literally pay money for every single thing we did. I was starting in the hostel so you can see how frustrated I was... Couple with the fact that I am someone who doesn't like to bother people too much... My own finished... like, otilor.
One day ooooo, I was on my pen when my lecturer said we have to pay for his transport for always coming to class and he doesn't see us,
We have to pay for test script and other irrelevant thing.. the one were pay me pass be say, he asked us to buy the book he produced even when he knew that we don't have need for it. Ómór I was pained because all this was us going into losses and I decided not to bother my parents.
I decided to used my feeding money to run the stuff... I was in pains, I was frustrated... I decided to drop my pride and go and ask one of my girl for Money... I can tell you that I hate owing because I don't always have rest anything I see the person, I'm always like.... God Abeg ooooo... Make she no ask me.... I'm always very scared...
Every night while my roommates are sleeping, I will be awake thinking about how to refund someone's money because I don't trust girls.... One day, their head fit no d correct ooooo... I d reason, I decided to start saving up 500h everyday... That was a whole lot for me ..but still, I wasn't able to meet up so I stopped...
Anytime I see this girl in class, church, hostel, road.... Anyway, my mind is always racing fast, it's not always at peace... Not until one day.. I was in the hostel closing my eyes to force myself to sleep when I heard her telling her friends that... I am from a very poor background and my parents couldn't give me money I had to come and beg her .. she said, now, she doesn't see me returning the money anytime soon......
Ómór, I had to turn my face to the wall and cry, I wept because I knew that na me do myself... I would have kukuma Gone to my father straight, person for no insult my papa.... I was broken...
When the left, I took my phone and called my dad, I told him everything that transpired and he wasn't happy I didn't come to home, bit I received the money and paid her straight away.... Since that day, the kind peace I had ehhhhhhh... It didn't know no bound... I could Walk peacefully, I didn't have to think much anymore.... I was now safer than before...
It took me days to recover from that debt because it was too much for me.... Anytime I passed her by and see her talking, it will look like she is talking about me... It wasn't easy and I don't plan on owing any debt again in my entire existence...
I go cut my coats according to my size mark no lecturer put me for situation were I go regret say I come school.....
Thank you for reading my blog and have a wonderful weekend...
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I understand that sometimes you feel like not bothering your parents but you realize the situation could have been avoided if you informed them earlier. I mean you still “bothered” your dad in the end. You learned the hard way and I’m sorry about that.
I learnt the hard way oooooo...