"Coming Home"....

I open my eyes to the darkness of my room.everything seems still safe for the periodic spin of the fan above my head.i lay on my 6 by 3 mattress atop my iron bed with my rock stone pillow beneath my head. Yes,rock stone as though wet rags were stuffed inside and this was supposed to be uncomfortable for me but hey,I'm enjoyin it caz I've been accustomed to it. Then 'BAM' it hits me 'I'm going home today'...Four months ago i resumed as a freshman into this university. Had to get accustomed to the rules, eat bad food, cope with characters,engage in unnecessary chatter, laugh over trash talk, all that jazz and four months later after a couple of friends, lots of acquintances,hectic classes,a tanned body, basketball, meeting a girl and examinations, i get to go home for semester break.....i start hearing footsteps on my floor corridor accompanied by croaked singing voices as some of my floor mates carried buckets to go have their baths. The buses are meant to leave by 7am so i get up, pick up my bucket of water,towel,soap dish,toothbrush and paste and head for the bathroom.As i open my door,i get hit by the cold wind which seems like below zero degrees temperature.i race down towards the bathroom and get compensated by the little warmth it provides. I scoop water and pour it over my body,teeth clattering,body shaking, and vibrating moans coming out like the 'MOO's' of ‎​​​​A̶̲̥̅ cow makes it seem like someone dropped me at the north pole 'naked'....i packed my things two days earlier so all i did coming back from the bathroom was to dress up and get set for the journey.......just as my pal and i step out of the male residential hall, the buses and cars start balling in to take students to their various states of residence. I had been counting down the days and could not believe it was finally here.i was going home. They all park in front of the female residential hall and myself,my pal and other guys take our stuff to where they are parked......it took about two hours to clear people to start going but all that was on my mind was to see 'her'. I start searching for her in the crowd and i don't see her. "She should be here somewhere" i say to myself trying to be positive. I so badly need to say my goodbye properly caz to me, the one i said the night before was not just enough. And there she was,standing on the stairs of the female hostel looking like ‎​​​​A̶̲̥̅ lost kid on the busy streets of New york.so vunurable, aparently cold, she wore ‎​​​​A̶̲̥̅ small hooding which obviously did little to give her full warmth.beautiful.yes beautiful she was, as her big white eyes shone from the distance. She hadn't seen me so i took pleasure in assessing her slender features.just like telepathy as i silently called her name,she looked in my direction bringing a sheepish smile to my face....walking up meet her felt like forever.it felt like i was in ‎​​​​A̶̲̥̅ hollywood movie walking up to her in slow motion with Lionel Richie or Benny Ε̲̣̣̣̥ King playing in the background.finally i got to her and then.....................leaving the school compound gave us the aura of freedom of some sort.myself and 6 of my friends in ‎​​​​A̶̲̥̅ sienna bus on our way to Lagos. 'ROAD TRIP' it was so much fun. Singing,eating,yabing, watching movies.we knew in ‎​​​​A̶̲̥̅ few hours we wouldn't be seeing one another for another 10 days so we tried to make the best of it.....getting to Lagos i was the first to drop.it was the first time in four months i would go ‎​​​​A̶̲̥̅ day without seeing my friends. Hugs, pecks, handshakes and countless rounds of "I'll miss U̶̲̥̅̊".the hardest part was to watch the sienna roll away with my friends waving at me and me waving back in turn untill the car was out of sight.turning back i picked my bags and smiled.'Home at last'.