Through These Campus Years

Through These Campus Years

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It's strange, really, how the campus feels both like home and like a place where I still don't quite belong. I spend my days walking through crowds of people, exchanging half-hearted smiles with classmates, all while feeling like I'm watching myself from a distance. It's a strange kind of isolation, knowing so many people but being so disconnected from them. My time here has been a blur of lectures, late-night study sessions, and occasional attempts to make friends. Some days, I wonder if I'll ever truly find my place. But, every now and then, there's a moment-something small, like a conversation after class or an unexpected encounter-that makes it all feel worth it. Little do I know, everything is about to change. The quiet, uneventful life I've been living? It's not going to stay that way for long.
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*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.

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