My journey to the bar.⚖


It was a sunny monday morning in March. I woke up earlier than usual because I wanted to meet up with a tutorial for a test. I had begged a coursemate who stayed in my hostel to force me to get up no matter how hard I begged. I couldn’t risk reliving my first experience.

Okay, a little back story. That week was supposed to be the school’s convocation week and I had planned out my life and how I’d take advantage of the lecture-free week and study as much as I could, only for the saturday before the week, we received a message from the DSA saying that the convocation has been moved, which meant that bye bye lecture free week and hello test.

I wasn’t alarmed at first, but when I realized that this was no ordinary test, it was a tests carrying fourty percent of my marks and it was a subject from the Department of English, who were notorious for failing students, especially law students, and the course Poetry, was the most carried over course in the previous year one. It was then I began to panic.

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Ever since we wrote the first test, I became a shadow of myself, I became this short-tempered, rude girl and I more determinedly began to shut people out. Reading overnight became a norm for me. I read through the nights even when it wasn’t convenient. I was gradually breaking down. I took every opportunity I had to tell people about my gloom and tell them how I had suicidal thoughts and how I was going mad. Peace was far from me.

‘This wasn’t the plan,’ I’d always cry to myself, I was supposed to be a first class student with little or no effort. All my worst fears were coming into existence and I had nowhere to run to for peace.

I sat on the stairs facing the library, staring at my past questions. I tried to read but it seemed like nothing was entering my head. After a while, a couple of my coursemates walked up to me and said, ‘Aderemi, haven’t you heard, ASUU is on strike’ I couldn’t believe my ears, I wouldn’t say I was happy, but it felt like a certain peace suddenly enveloped me. I would come to realise that the strike would last for months and a new disease, Corona virus would keep me home for several months.

Stay safe guyssss. Until later.


Published by AderemiChukwu

I love writing, I'm an equalist and a strong promoter of egalitarianism and Feminism. I hope to touch lives and make an impact in this world. I'm the next big thing.❤

5 thoughts on “My journey to the bar.⚖

  1. I can totally relate to that peace😂😂. I remember when we were told Asuu was to go on two week warning strike just after convocation was moved. My friends and I were totally relieved and we kept saying: “unilag said no break, Asuu has given us a two week break”😂


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