You woke up. It had dawned fully. Surprised by the failure of alarm to wake you, you almost shouted ‘mummy’. You wanted to call your mum and accost her on why she didn’t wake you up for school. She knew you were the head prefect and occupying such position shouldn’t be greeted with late-coming. Then you remembered. Like a flash of lightning, reality mixed with dawn came on you. You were no longer home. You are away from home.
You stayed in a cubicle with other two students who had flung their beds across the room in disarray before you were awake. What is the name of this hall? You asked yourself. At that moment, you find it difficult to provide an answer. And this is not the right time to start racking your brain. You wanted to cry. You remembered how your mum would prepare your breakfast, how your dad would take you to school. But things were not the same any longer. You were away from home.
Suddenly, you remembered you had a lecture to attend. Your first lecture as it were. You cannot sit it out, you thought. You picked up a bucket and fetch some water. You rushed into the bathroom and almost rushed out instantly. The bathroom stinks of ammonia. Somehow, you managed to take your bath. You checked your wrist watch; it’s 20 minutes to the lecture. You didn’t bother to take breakfast. You then remembered when you had once boasted to your friends that you cannot miss breakfast for anything during your secondary school days. But you were no longer in secondary school, you were now a university fresher.
Reluctantly, you went for the lecture. You were surprised at the huge number of students in attendance. You cannot get a seat at the front, so you sat at the back despite suffering from myopia. You were unhappy. The lecturer came in and he started the lecture but you could hardly pick his words. He was old and you felt he should have retired. Those devils of academia! The students too were not helping matters. Those behind you, in front of you and at your back were murmuring. You almost laughed when a male student said he had asked a lady out, but her reply was that he should go and learn proper English and try again later.
The lecture ended. You were the first to leave the lecture theatre. You met a few of your course mates. They greeted you. With your countenance, they asked what was wrong. But you couldn’t tell them, so you said all’s well. You headed back to your hostel. Now you can remember the name, it’s KENNETH MELLANBY HALL. You began to get angry when you remembered your room mates had scattered the room before they left for lecture. They were unserious elements and you swore never to relate with them.
It was evening time. It was your mum’s call that woke you up from your day dream. Twilight had slowly descended. You picked the call. Your mum asked about the situation of things. You wanted to tell her so many things. But you stopped. You don’t want her to cry. ‘All’s well mum’, you said. She seemed happy. She told you to face your studies and call home if you need anything. You acquiesced.
The power supply was restored. The room had been neatly arranged. Your room mates had done the needful. Your eyes fell on an inscription pasted on the wall. Your room mates had written their academic targets for the semester. Those you thought were unserious elements. But you hadn’t written yours. You want to become a creative writer. You would need to set your targets. ‘The journey begins now’, you thundered. So many things would be learned away from home. You would read. You would make your parents proud, away from home.