GIST O'CLOCK.
Dearest reader, I attended a mask party yesterday and mehn! It was great, and the best part? I performed on stage. It was organised by my faculty, a fresher's welcome party, hence I wrote something that would appeal to the average fresher. Now, you my dear wasn't there, and I wasn't able to get a full coverage of my time up there, so here goes nothing (the written yada I performed) Let me know how much you like it, deal? She opens the WhatsApp group chat. Yet another, “Congratulations, you’ve been admitted.” Her chest tightens, celebration everywhere, but not for her. With trembling fingers, she leaves the group, minimizes WhatsApp, and opens Chrome again. For the third time today, JAMB CAPS. Her heart feels like a hollow auditorium, and the only beat is panic. The fear spreads across her chest while she waits for her JAMB CAPS to load her status, her eyes filled with hope as she mutters under her breath, “God abeg.” The dread that this time would be just like last year, w...