The Final Year (PROJECT 2.0)

Campaign

A picture of Bankole Dacosta in the multimedia. (I know he looks like a gangsta but ignore the tattoos and focus on the face!)

Late nights talk can have a very strong effect on the body system the next morning. I should have thought about this before indulging in late night conversations with my roommate.

I never felt this way whenever I stay up all night studying which is almost every time so it baffles me I felt this groggy early in the morning after talking almost through out the night.

Is there a difference between studying through out the night or talking through out the night? Why do I feel this way?

I needs to have a research on that...

Another effect of conversing through out the night is the forming of the bond between the interlocutors. I can't believe i agreed to this campaign.

I would have pulled back but I remember promising her to make flyers and the likes...

Why am I too friendly?

Another shocker i got with my conversation with Theresa was she never ate kuli kuli before. Kuli kuli o!

What are these rich kids eating?

Am not surprised that she never drank garri. Maybe Eba... Maybe nii o but never garri.

I stumbled into the class like a zombie. Thank God it's Friday. I need a good night sleep after today.

Dumping my bag on my desk, i settled down before folding my arms on the desk, i winced at the sting from my elbow, ignoring it, i placed my head on the table while my arms served as a pillow.

I keep zoning in and out as my classmates filtered in. Praying the teacher would come quickly as the noise was getting too much.

When I found it unbearable, I raised up my head only to lock eyes with Evans who just entered. He gave me a strange look, his eyes running through my form.

I quickly look away in embarrassment at being caught staring. I know i look like shit but his stares just proved it my theory.

His effect on the girls in class almost made me roll my eyes, they kept gushing on how tall and handsome he looks.

I tensed as he settled on his seat which was behind me. I felt him boring holes through my head with his sharp laser like eyes.

This is embarrassing.

I hear the class settle down as the teacher walked in the same time my stomach rumbled more like growled at me.

Rubbing my hand on my empty stomach while we greet the teacher, i recalled i only had garri with no sugar and kuli kuli last night. I whimpered knowing am not going to enjoy this class.

Am hungry...

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Not caring or giving a damn about Akeju coming after me or embarrassing me in this large room.

I wolfed down my breakfast which consists of hot chocolate which who famously call tea in Nigeria, even if you take coffee, it is known as tea. Yam and fried egg sauce.

I cut into the yam again before dipping it into my fried eggs taking a bite. I hummed enjoying the taste. I only get to eat fried eggs or boiled eggs whenever i go to my cousin's house because we can't afford it, it is damn too expensive.

So I have an opportunity like this and you think I would be wasting it. Never!

Looking around the crowded hall, I sat alone on this table, students loitered around, some eating, standing, sitting, talking to their friends.