Dear Diary,

Away; Far away from the sweet savory aroma of mum’s home made corn meal,

Away from the endless chatters of my cohorts; giving detailed account of the day’s business.

Away from strict voice of the emperor calling the order my cohorts.

Away from the freedom to rush into mummy’s arms tearfully.

9, 10, 11 hours away from the usual assembly to call it a day,

Away from the endless vibrating sound of the fridge and the ticking of time and the peaceful sound from the standing fan as it sends cool breeze that slaps across my face🥺

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Away from… Abeg I miss my mummy this student life is not for me😩😭