Cleaning Rush

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You’ll be quite surprised to know what girls will live with and the extent they will go to make an impression. Until I started living in the hostel, I did not know this and I am sure many others who did not live in a boarding school would not know. They would be surprised even as I was, to know that many girls cover a multitude of sins with make up and perfume and nice clothes.

 

It was quite rude of me to have skipped the introductions before starting my rambling… Abeg, pardon me! The book book tushness on Campus almost made me forget my correct Yoruba roots. Yes, I am Yoruba, one of the children of those who have a greeting for every life event.

Hello, fellow campus folk. I am one campus girl like that who can’t keep the amusing things she witnesses on this land to herself anymore. I have decided to tell the world the wonders my eyes see in this land of UI.

As I was saying before I remembered my manners, my new resolution is to tell my campus experiences to all who may care to listen. Campus life is full of amusements of all sorts- the good, the bad, the awkward and the elegant- everything full hia.

Just this last week o, I saw a new side of my fellow hostel mates. The Hall, aiming to celebrate some kind of jubilee this semester got the girls to clean their rooms with just the threat of the Hall Warden’s visit. The announcement that the Hall Warden would be visiting rooms was what woke most people up. ‘Everybody is advised to clean their rooms and lay their beds in order to avoid been fined.’ So went the announcement.

‘Ehn! Fine ke!’ All the culprits leaped from their respective beds and got into a frenzy of cleaning. There worked the magic word.

In the cosy cocoon of my bed, I watched my roommates give a mad dash around the room, stacking buckets and wandering shoes in places where they did not belong. I just chuckled to myself as I watched their theatrics through my mosquito net, girls trying to do the cleaning of more than a week in the little time they should have been preparing for their 8am classes. I’m glad for the privacy of my net… Nobody disturbed me. When I was good and ready, I got up, picked up yesterday’s clothes and deposited them in the laundry basket. I carried my plates to the kitchen and washed them, all the while smiling at the scurrying going on around me.

If you have nothing to hide and don’t decide to leave your cleaning until you have been threatened with a fine, then you’ll be a very happy person.

On getting back to my room, I almost thought I had entered the wrong room. There had been a transformation. All the eyesores of dusty bags and ugly pants were gone from the windows, beds were properly laid and the aisle between the beds was sparkly clean! The windows were wide open to admit fresh air. I laughed aloud and said,

Sho! So this room can be fine like this? Where are all the jagbajantis now?’

They just laughed and asked me to lay my bed, too. Before nko? I thought. I did as I was told still laughing.

Going to the bathroom to prepare for my 10am class, I discovered that the bathroom was being painted. Wonders shall never end! Eleyii gidi gan o.

That meant I had to go to the other side of the block to have my bath and that was when I saw that the transformations was not only in my room. My journey to and from the bathroom was a lesson in contrasts. On the journey to, dirt piled up at the doors, disarray personified. However, on the journey back was a view of glittery floors and the fresh smell of various types of detergent.

I just couldn’t help but think of the cleaner- the poor woman would have needed to use a bulldozer to cart away all those heaps of biscuit wrappers and accumulated waste.

And my fellow hostel dwellers… They had been conned to clean as there was no visit.

Me, I just enjoyed the respite; the type of good night rest one can only have in a totally clean room!

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