<p>This hostel life </p><p>The first word that came out was "trenches," </p><p>The nervous feeling of staying there , </p><p>First ,second day ,into weeks, months, and counting year .</p><p><br/></p><p> Waking up early </p><p>Not with rooster voice </p><p>Shouting and singing alarm of the beginning of the dawn </p><p>But with a thick ,dried voice ,forcing the voice with every energy in them ,that is clearing , and banging of the doors, bucket, water sounds, and the courtyard woman that booze our ears with so much talk ,and query ,and end up making little jokes .</p><p><br/></p><p> The keeping up to an 8am. class ,with an empty water tank </p><p>Used by your lazy ass roommates ,</p><p>Bathing with the fear not to get caught by an already vexed cleaner, </p><p>Running your heels ,trying to meet the best position, end up seeing the class filled up by 7:20 </p><p>How tf do you guys do this thing? </p><p><br/></p><p> Every corner of this hostel is filled with persons , no private life , and no personal space. If these four corner walls could speak ,I bet there are different romantic life it would give .</p><p> Th tears that dropped there ,consciously or unconsciously.</p><p><br/></p><p> And here we have the first time lovers </p><p>Making calls at 2 a.m. , going out throughout the week ,coming to the hostel to spend the weekend ,</p><p>Whose love story can't be hidden .</p><p><br/></p><p> Nothing to show for their midnight trip around the moon , no love cards ,no flowers, not even plastic </p><p>Just their name saved as my forever on the phone, and so many butterflies in their belly .</p><p><br/></p><p>Most sartuday's mornings are ruined by the hostel governor ,</p><p>It's sanitation, yess</p><p>Leaving that bed by 5 a.m. ,coming out in cold ,to work and end up giving toilets ,and your friends and people you know. ,takes nothing. </p><p>Mentioning and dragging your name in an anonymous , brought the brain in you ,and reminded you that you are an admin abii .</p><p><br/></p><p> And then we mark every night ,and in a week with a little chaos or drama , </p><p>Hostel governors and hall representatives ,just spice and make it juicy ,like the suya man in front of the hostel .</p><p><br/></p><p> But a full water drum ,neat dishes ,</p><p>Phone and power bank charged ,and a full spiced pot , hidden in a tent ,is where the joy lies , even with the lousy roommates,it's more like our happiness. </p><p><br/></p><p>And these trenches have gradually become a solace it my life changes for another phase </p><p><br/></p><p>Uffy ✍️ ✨️ </p><p>This hostel life</p>