Runaway writer.
I know I've ghosted Substack for a while and I'm really sorry for that, it's just that this school is also one of the reasons I took a break. Everything is stressing me, this School and this Department are after my life. Substack started feeling overwhelming and I can't lie, it hasn't gotten any better and I'm sick and tired of it. I have punishment disguised as Tests and Exams this month till next month. I'm reconsidering my life choices as it is, I'm fine but I need help.
Let me give you the gist about how my weekend went.
I was lying on the bed yesterday with a copy of This Is Going To Hurt by Adam Kay when my cousin, albeit roommate, informed me and my other cousin that we'd be spending the weekend at my aunt's place, saying the last time we went to her place was April, 2024. Her point was quite valid but excuse me, who did you inform before making that decision? What if I am not comfortable with it? I sincerely don't like someone making a choice for me and it’s sad that it's unavoidable at times.
She dropped the “bombshell,” dressed up, left the hostel and went about her day. And like that, my day took off on a bad note, I continued reading This Is Going To Hurt (I laughed and teared up a bit while reading the book). I got up from the bed and went to the kitchen to carry my breakfast of Pap and Àkàrà, and the Àkàrà? Stuffed with different shapes and sizes of onoins. I don't like onions in my food, so I had to dissect the Àkàràs so as to get the onions out of them.
I finished eating and continued reading the book I was reading, and I didn't even prepare one bit for the visitation to my aunt's place as I was expecting my cousin/roommate to get back and say we're not going again but that didn't happen. I finished reading around 12:30 pm and my other/older cousin came to my room and asked if I'd be available to insert beads to her hair and I did and we gisted all through the course of me “beautifying” her hair and she also said she doesn't feel like going to my aunt's place too, but there was nothing we could do as my cousin/roommate already called my aunt and informed her of our visit.
My cousin/roommate got back around 2 pm, called my aunt whether she was at her office and perhaps we could follow her home like that, and she said she'd be there till around 4 pm or 5 pm. I figured out there was no going back, so I took my bath around 4 pm, prayed Asr and dressed up.
The three of us got out of our hostel and set out to go when my cousin/roommate said she was going to take a bike. Olololo. My other cousin and I left her in front of our hostel and took our Leggediz-Benz and off we went to our aunt's office. We got to our aunt's office around 6 pm and didn't meet her car outside. As how nah? My older cousin called my cousin/roommate and asked whether she already got to our aunt's office and they left already and she said she hadn't gotten a bike yet, not to talk of getting to her office.
My older cousin and I entered the building, told the security man we were looking for “Alhaja” and they allowed us to enter. We got to her office, knocked on her door and we entered. Seeing only the two of us, she asked where my other cousin was and we told her she wanted to take a bike. My other cousin eventually arrived about 10 minutes after.
My aunt told us she was going to take a walk to one of the school gates that her husband was going to come and pick us up and also pick her like that. And she told us to close her office’s widow and switch off the light and fan. It was time for Maghrib by the time we were done and I was about performing ablution when her husband came to get us. We picked up my aunt and off we went. We stopped at a filling station to get Petrol and we continued our “journey” after that.
We got to their area, got down from the car and went to pray Maghrib at a nearby Masjid. We got to their house about 5 minutes after that. My aunt's second son, that I haven't seen at all during this Semester let us in. We gisted and ate before we eventually went to bed.
I woke up this morning around 3:30 am feeling “lost” as I couldn't remember where or how I slept. Omo. I plugged in my phone and slept back only for me to wake up by 5:40 am, see person wey get test and exam. I got up from the bed, brushed my teeth, performed ablution and prayed Fajr before helping out around the house. We ate breakfast around 9 am, I picked up my book to read and took a break to reply to some messages when my cousin saw my book/handwriting and said he didn't know I have a very legible handwriting. And said his handwriting and mine are within the same range.
We left their place around 4:50 pm and I'm typing this from my room.
I missed you people fr, it's just that I no longer feel the way I used to feel about Substack, and I think that's okay. Thank you for reading to this extent because I think this is too long already. I promise to do better next time. Byeeee.
Till next time,
Mutmainah.
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