Yes, If not your blood brother or step sister, then I know your sister, cousin or relative has been here in these luxurious, top academic pinnacle called campus(University)..
Have you ever talked to them about some tears-drawing situations thay’ve found themselves in?
I joined this campus with only 17 years after serious toil in my high school education, my teachers then advised me to spare no book unread because it was my only way to promised land (campus).
All along, I knew that with little government token to students in the university, I will buy suits, nice Italian shoes, nice iPhone 7..and Even one two back home.. But No! Frustrations greeted me with smiles here.
Things turned dark, no milk and honey in this promised land, the little in my pocket was to sustain me, pay my fees, pay my printing and such, call it “handouts”
Not a happy student anymore, frustration was the order of the day,
My attempts to find love laughed back at me happily. They rejected me one after the other. Even the one with missing front teeth said she couldn’t eat handsomeness.
I’m too poor for her.
Not a hip song lover, I could now listen to songs, God forbid, suicide songs,…
Tears tears tears, my hope ended …
Papa of Love