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Student @ University of Ibadan
Student @ University of Ibadan
The Door 🚪
<p>She had always stood at the door.</p><p>Always in control.</p><p><br/></p><p>Always fluent in one language:</p><blockquote> No one passes through this door.</blockquote><p><br/></p><p>The first guest received only a small tour — a gentle walk around the compound. He saw enough to admire, but never enough to enter. He left. The door remained closed. The rule remained untouched.</p><p><br/></p><p> The second stayed longer. She showed him the gardens, the poolside, the beauty carefully kept. He looked, he lingered, he wondered. But still, not the door. She watched him closely, measuring worth, measuring safety. He left too. And the door remained closed.</p><p><br/></p><p> Then came the third.</p><p> He arrived clean.</p><p>He was different. Or so it seemed.</p><p>He was allowed through the door.</p><p>He stayed long. Long enough to feel familiar. Long enough to feel safe. Long enough to belong. But slowly, quietly, traces of dirt appeared. Small at first. Almost unnoticeable. </p><p><br/></p><p>Until one day, he left — and the room was no longer the same.</p><p>Dirt everywhere.</p><p>She cleaned it. Piece by piece. She blamed herself. She promised herself: Never again.</p><p>But life does not always teach its lessons only once.</p><p><br/></p><p style="text-align: center; "> The fourth came without warning. Without ceremony. Without permission asked — because somehow, permission had already been given.</p><p>This time, she was not the guide. She was the tourist in her own compound.</p><p>He passed through the door as if it had never been closed.</p><p><br/></p><p>And when he left, it was quickly. Quietly. Leaving behind dirt that was harder to see, but impossible not to feel.</p><p><br/></p><p>And when he left, it was quickly. Quietly. Leaving behind dirt that was harder to see, but impossible not to feel.</p><p><br/></p><p>And this time, the rule did not come from fear.</p><p>It came from understanding.</p><p><br/></p><p>Still, somewhere deep inside, a quiet question remained:</p><p>How long can I stand ?</p>
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