★3 Months Later★
Final exam into College was abit tough, but as usual, we made it through; with the non-stop reading, tutorials and all.
Results came out, admission lists of our preferred universities came out too. I was admitted to study Pharmacy in one of the most prestigious college in another State here in Nigeria.
Tracy on the other hand opted in for Architecture, but was given URP (Urban and Regional Planning) to study in our present State; her parents didn't want her far away from the house...last child stuvvs you know😅.
We weren't so happy we'll be parting ways and not seeing each other like how we used to.
"I can't believe you'll be going tomorrow. It's going to be hard not seeing your face everyday", Tracy uttered sadly.
Awwwn...my baby girl.
"Its for the best, we could always face-time and video-call each other, talk on phone and gist whatever gistable". I replied, trying to hide my own sadness.
"Hehehe" She took her phone from her dressing table, gesturing it upwards. "Meaning that we're only one call away".
Raising my brow, I smiled, elevating my phone too, "Only one call away", I echoed.
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The ride home to school was a long hectic one.*
My mummy who was supposed to drive me there had an early morning call for an urgent meeting at work, so she apologised and hurriedly scurried to work.
I quickly called Mr. Akin, a taxi driver who lives down street so he could take me to the bus park (where i'd board a Bus that'll take me straight to the University. My bags and luggages were moved to his cab by my siblings and Tracy. We said our goodbyes and I jumped into the car.
We arrived the park after twenty minutes. His car was quite fast. I saw a Bus moving to my desired destination, so i boarded and paid for my trip.
"Madam, you get plenty load o"
The conductor said in Pidgin english.
"I'm a ne... I'm a student", I chuckled.
"No wandar. Make you read well well o"
I was about replying when he immediately left to attend to other passengers.
*Like I said, the trip home to school was a long one, annoying even. Unfortunately, I sat close to a man that stank so badly...eeeuuu! I was basically really tempted to hand a roll-on over to him or even tell him he smelt. Worst part of the whole thing was that he kept raising his arms to fix his headset properly. He smelt like fermented rice water mixed with spoilt egg. My dears, it was baddd!
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I became greatly pleased hours later when we approached the school gate. Green and gigantic, with the school's name largely printed on it.
"Alas!", I heaved.
With my luggages being too heavy, I whistled at an incoming 'keke' (Nigerian popular name for a Tricycle), signaling it to come my way, these vehicles were assigned to convey students to and fro the school. Placing my bags inside, I asked the cyclist of he knew the Girl's hostel and he nodded in affirmative.
I got to the hostel, it wasn't the infrastructure I imagined but it was okay. I paid the driver and he assisted in taking my stuffs for me just to the gate while I conveyed them inside. I had a room I had already paid for and it was reserved for me. There were three students beds meaning that I had two roommates plus myself, three. A dark, tall chubby lass walked up to me and insisted to help me take my loads into the room.
"My name is Rita" She introduced herself.
"Dora, call me Dora"
"Dora the explorer" She teased, sniggering, which made me notice her front teeth, somewhat brown coloured.
I laughed, not at her joke, but at the teeth's colour.
