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My sister came to my room and she said it was dirty, and at night, they all told me we lacked manners in my house, among other things. The room was dirty. I hadn’t been in it in days.
I can make a whole thread tbh. https://twitter.com/_oluwanjfemi/status/1380542714735919105
My sister came to my room and she said it was dirty, and at night, they all told me we lacked manners in my house, among other things. The room was dirty. I hadn’t been in it in days.
I can make a whole thread tbh. https://twitter.com/_oluwanjfemi/status/1380542714735919105
My dad came all the way from outside the country to see me. He brought us stuff, including junk food, and when he left, after they tasted some things, said they were awful and that was why I rarely cooked; because I was spoilt with junk food. They really called me names.
One of them used to put her prayer kettle and hijab on my bed. I didn’t like it. The day I lashed out about it, she was crying and she called me names. I had nobody by my side. I had told her not to do it severally.
They said we were dropping money for room keys and I had to drop 170 naira. I didn’t have change. Told them to just give me the change when they buy the lock. They left my money out without telling me and bought keys. I told them I must have a key anyway, cuz I dropped money.
They were all going home for a break, I was staying back in school. My parents weren’t in the country and I had nowhere to go yet. They locked the doors and attempted to go home, but I met them at it. I had to call my guardian to call my warden to get them to give me a key.
They had to be threatened to give me my own key. Anyway I ended up not paying for a damn thing and getting charge of the keys.
One time, I made moi moi. The room was empty so I could cook in peace. They came back and were laughing at me, mock shook that I could cook.
One time, I made moi moi. The room was empty so I could cook in peace. They came back and were laughing at me, mock shook that I could cook.
I told them I hated Nigerian Kellogg’s in a bid to join the convo and they laughed at me for lying about Kellogg’s UK & Ireland. I brought out my Coco Pops box for them and they refused to read it. I didn’t hear word for weeks after.
They used to mess up my stuff and not put it back in order. They used to lock me out when I went to study overnight. I’d have to disturb the whole block by banging and banging the door so someone could wake up to open up for me.
We were never even close enough to have a real fight. It was me, then them. There’s more I can’t even share here. Tch. I’m so sure they don’t remember now because I see some of them and it’s all smiles.
