Phew 😮💨, i am finally back again to this harsh environment after being away for almost three months. I never knew i would be resuming this soon when i left for home a couple of months ago. The funniest thing which also happened to be one of the problems I encountered while i was heading back was the fact that I left my apartment in school with almost all my belongings including clothes and foot-wears, when i clearly knew i’d be coming back with this same amount of luggage or more when it’s time to resume school again. I neglected this thought when it occurred to me back then, but today I realized I should have listened to my thoughts when it spoke to me that very day, against going home with almost all my belongings, since i would be back in a couple of months…
I was adamant and refused to listen, i had to go against what i thought was right because i planned to iron all my school outfits when i get home, that way i would be very prepared for the next semester, since i didn’t have a pressing iron in school. The best thing was to take all my clothes home during the break and get them ironed out before school resumes…
Guess what guys, if only i knew I would still bring this same outfits back to school without ironing them throughout my stay at home, i would have dropped them all in school and save myself from the whole stress of having to go to and fro with a load as heavy as a rock. I just troubled myself for nothing. I went home with my clothes in my schoolbag and the rest in my traveling, just because I wanted to get them ironed at home to prepare for the next session. Unfortunately, I came back to school the same way I went home, very bad…
Anyways, that’s just one of the problems i faced during my journey back to school earlier this afternoon. The other problem which happened to be the major reason for this post was my experience with the old man who sat beside me today in the bus…
Honestly, this is the time i wish i had superpowers. If only i knew beforehand those who would be sitting beside me today in the bus that conveyed me to the first main bus-stop of my journey, i would have never boarded this particular bus. This would have been the only way to avoid this whole drama…
The old man who was brought to sit beside me in the front row seat by the crazy conductor took some shots of dry gin before boarding the bus, the same bus which happened to be the same bus I was on. I know the next question going through your head right now is how i came to know that…
Honestly, i didn’t figure this out from the stench of the gin. I figured it out from his mouth, and that was because he wouldn’t stop talking in the bus. He just kept on going on and one, and he was sitting beside me. Before i knew it, the smell of the gin evaporated from his mouth to my nose directly. I nearly entered a comatose state, the stench was too concentrated for my nose…
It would have been better and more bearable if he wasn’t talking at all, but then he wouldn’t just stop talking. There was nothing I could do about it, I just had to endure it for a while, and that a while was when another person took my position later on…
Apart from the skyrocketed cost of transportation, the encounter with this old man in the bus was the major highlight of my trip back to school, it’s an experience i will never forget in a lifetime…
NB; this post was published 12:19 am (midnight)…
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