It’s about 01:24 and currently unable to fall asleep. So many things happened to me within the past two months that earlier this year I wouldn’t believe would happen to me. Perhaps I’m still trying to soak the events in and understand what’s been happening to me. These events are a thing of joy and I’m grateful for them, what worries me is how unbelievable it seems. Psalm 126:1 says “When the LORD restored the fortunes of Zion, we were like those who dreamed” I feel like I’m in a dream and might be awoken anytime soon but pray I will not.
I recently moved out of my parents house in order to further my education. Now this is something that might be a “norm” for most people, as in Dugh! That’s what you’re supposed to do. But not everyone is the same, not everyone goes through life the way you went through it, not everyone is as opportuned as you and not everyone has had the odds in their favour.
It’s been a week and three days since I finally moved and I haven’t slept properly, I cooked my first good food on Monday and that was jollof rice (a Nigerian delicacy) 😊, shared it with some of my house mates as I can be nice like that😃, well I ate the jollof rice with coleslaw and it was great, then you ask what then had you been eating? Errm. . Cheerios, bread, cheese, juice, tea, biscuits and water, yea. The reason i had to cook a healthy meal before getting sick and malnourished.
You might ask how has life been since you moved? How are your house mates?
The truth is I don’t know, I’m still a bit confused and haven’t fully understood the concept other than I’m paying some twat a particular amount of my money every month. I thought moving out would mean freedom to do what you want (I mean I’m free to do what I want to some degree i e lay in bed till I genuinely need to get up) but it hasn’t, as I do not understand where I live in yet, im quite hesitant to put myself out there, what if where I go to is dangerous? What if the people I meet are insincere? How do I trust this environment? How do I trust it’s people?. Although I do consider myself a bit of an adventurer especially just out of curiosity, there’s just something about this place that doesn’t make me curious despite its beauty. Maybe I am wrong and later down the line I’ll update you with my new findings but until then stay tuned
How are my housemates? Boy!oh boy! I live with three guys, two are younger than me and one is older. I’m not gonna lie I was scared to my pants literally, the thought of rape was the first thing to come to mind, maybe because we’ve been programmed not to trust men , I still don’t to be fair, especially with the idea of men being praised for being a slut and then congratulated because they finally chose to “settle down” I see their species on a lower moral ground subconsciously, I don’t mean to, it just so happens, and it’ll take alot for a guy to earn my respect. Their cleanliness over a score of ten would be a five. Last night I encountered the grossest thing ever since I came in, did I mention these guys smoke alot! So I go to the toilet to use it and guess what my eyes had to feast on?! Cigarettes, cigarette shafts, ashes etc in the toilet,in the toilet! Omg!😭 I wanted to cry. I tried flushing it but it wasn’t flushing. Here’s me thinking”is this the life I’ve chosen to live” in a horrific manner, had to call the guy who did it to sort it out, thankfully it was sorted and I could use the toilet again. My friend says it’s better to live with guys than to live with girls, now I wouldn’t know much about living with girls except through boarding school life, but after last night Ill choose living with a girl over living with a guy.
Thank you for reading.If you have any horrific house mate experience and stories of your first time out of your parents house please comment below.