This hostel life 

The first word that came out was "trenches," 

The nervous feeling of staying there , 

First ,second day ,into weeks, months, and counting year .

   Waking up early 

Not with rooster voice 

Shouting and singing alarm of the beginning of the dawn 

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 .

  The keeping up to an 8am. class ,with an empty water tank 

Used by your lazy ass roommates ,

Bathing with the fear not to get caught by an already vexed cleaner, 

Running your heels ,trying to meet the best position, end up seeing the class filled up by 7:20 

How tf do you guys do this thing? 

  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 .

 Th tears that dropped there ,consciously or unconsciously.

  And here we have the first time lovers 

Making calls at 2 a.m. , going out throughout the week ,coming to the hostel to spend the weekend ,

Whose love story can't be hidden .

 Nothing to show for their midnight trip around the moon , no love cards ,no flowers, not even plastic 

Just their name saved as my forever on the phone, and so many butterflies in their belly .

Most sartuday's mornings are ruined by the hostel governor ,

It's sanitation, yess

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. 

Mentioning and dragging your name in an anonymous , brought the brain in you ,and reminded you that you are an admin abii .

 And then we mark every night ,and in a week with a little chaos or drama , 

Hostel governors and hall representatives ,just spice and make it juicy ,like the suya man in front of the hostel .

  But a full water drum ,neat dishes ,

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. 

And these trenches have gradually become a solace it my life changes for another phase 

Uffy ✍️ ✨️ 

This hostel life