Eyes heavy with unslept sleep; Books turn pillows as black & white lullaby pours into my eyes...My bed, lays there, spread-eagle, naked, inviting and, I did ache for her. It took all the scruples within me not to bed her. All for what? As or Bs in courses that may never pay bills!

Appointment with my supervisor like Shylock ever demanding a pound of flesh… I heard projects were handwritten, no, type-written! Mine: sweat-driven & blood-written! All for what? A degree? Oh please! I disagree!

I6-paged assignment to be submitted tomorrow. Thumb swollen as I leaf through a 790-paged boring novel about a history that is best left in the past & about a future too outlandish to fantasize. Still, I gobled it to reassure myself and one other that yes, I can!Since the cannots are sentenced to hell without trial.

Lecture spans dawn to dusk… Are they turning monkeys into Einstein? But...All work no play makes Ehis a mere toy. Or worse still, a mental case. Referred for therapy yet the best therapy is kept at bay. No nairas and kobos to bail out Sapa, so three square meals shrink into two straight-line meals and then thins into a dot of meal all day. How shall empty stomach carry an overbooked head?

Exams, fortnight away. Lecturers in beast mode setting bombs for questions; students armed with sorting and blocking; praying and fasting; night-classing and night-crashing: A little of everything, for plain hard work, no longer pays… First-class students of B. A and B. Sc decorated with handshakes and lean envelope while the winners of BBnaija take home a fortune. What the heck! Scrap education, we should all be entertainers! Maybe that's the promised change afterall.
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