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One week later

I arrived at Zaria central park, some minutes after 7am I was standing by the car waiting for other sokoto passengers and boom someone bumped into me. I look up to check who it was Raidat the lady I met during my 4th jamb.

We exchange greetings and soon the car is filled up. I soon as we boarded I was lucky I was by the window side and Raidat was sitting next to me. soon the journey to the desert began.
We chatted like long lost friends and I also realized Raidat got admitted too to study ENGLISH LANGUAGE, at UDUS …

Soon we arrived at sokoto central park ( baban Tasha) we alighted from the bus , took our luggage and the hot sun of sokoto welcome us. Oh Allah we scream together and burst into laughter.
Raidat: so where are we off to, we are stuck at the middle of the desert … she whined.

I think we should go to a nearby hotel then tomorrow we will enter school since today is Sunday.

We stop two bikes and we told them nearest hotel close to the school, after 20 mins drive we arrived at grand Ibro hotel. We did the necessary business with the receptionist, she told us our room number and the security dropped our loads. We were tired of the long journey. We shower, pray and jumped on bed. We wake up around 5pm pray and headed out to get something eatable. We ate at oasis bakery opposite the hotel we lodged. Been Sunday we decided to rest against tomorrow.

Monday morning

We get ready as possible; we will be going to UDUS to start our registration. Oh Allah we don’t even know where to start from we are both new in the town. We asked the receptionist she ask us to get keke napep they will take us anywhere.

We stopped keke  hopped him and then we told him our location, After 5mis he dropped us at the school bus stop saying we should take one of those buses they will take us to school. We thanked him and pray him. We worked toward the bus though it was a long queue.
We hopped into the bus with people staring at us, I said the conductor and he said 50naira.
The ride was like hell, the bus was polluted, and the sun is not helping issues, heat dust everywhere. I looked through the window wow. I could see camels and local hut I was thinking we are going to another state entirely, after 30mins we arrived at the main campus gate {biliya sanda gate I read}.

The conductor announced: kowa ya biya kuddin mota (everyone should pay for the transport)
We paid and everyone paid as well. We arrived at the school bus stop and we all alighted from the bus.

We started our registration, from opening of account to collection of our confirmation letter, following long queue, we paid our school fees and then we applied for hostel. We are done with registration and we went back to the hotel.

After a week the accommodation list was released and we both secured accommodation. The next day around 11 been Saturday we went to the hostels to check the rooms were okay. We turned to some group of girls in the room.

Me: please can you please direct us to the market?

Everyone in the room burst into laughter for what the two of us didn’t find funny.

Someone said : from the school bus stop, take a bike tell him to take you to shehu shagari central market.

Raidat : thank you bye

With that we went to the market straight, where we bought carpet, bed and all other things we needed. The next day at about 12pm we went to our hostel we collect the key to the room from the matron and we arranged all our things. After that we went to the hostel mini-mart where we bought our foodstuffs and provisions.

At around 5pm everything was set and our corner was perfect. And it feels homely.

Raidat: Asrah where would we get water from?

Me: I don’t know but let ask a roommate.

Me: sister please where can we get water.

Girl: go the tap or you said a yarinya girl to fetch it for you. (Yarinya she shouted) a troop of girls came shouting anty Ni anty Ni

She gave one of them bucket to fetch water. She took our bath and slept …

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