LEAVING HOME PT 1
11:59 pm February, 2025
14 hours, 11 minutes until I board my flight. And now the panic creeps in. Where’s my binder? shoot, WHERE. IS. IT. Under the bed? No. Maybe i left it on the living room couch… no. The dining table? No. Ahh under my laptop! How did it end up there– “INIYA!! Enough, go to bed. You need to be fresh tomorrow.” Amma’s voice echoed from the master bedroom. “One sec ma!!” one sec has translated into 2 hours long ago in my vocabulary, The shimmer of light from my parents bedroom turn off. The grinding sound of the AC outdoor rings my ear. Now, I’m basically just all alone. “Alexa, play brain waves.” my voice slightly cracks. “Brain waves by brainy from Spotify.” Alexa says with her thick American accent.
I open the article: “THE SUDAN CRISIS” while reading through, I realize how much is happening in this world that I’m unaware of. People dying, losing their homes, kids kidnapped, wars brewing ; while I’m sitting in my room sipping hot water reading about it. My mind wavers off to the unfairness that floods the society we live in today. Eyes tracing the words on the screen, brain too tired to understand. My eyelids fall heavy. Eyelashes brushing my skin, everything goes dark… NO, i can’t fall asleep. I am barely prepared, I refuse to get humiliated. Just one more article.
12:30 am, I’m in dire need of sleep now. I can barely keep my eyes open, I have yawned so much my eyes are spilling water. But I feel so unprepared that the fear of humiliation far outweighs the excitement I feel. Forty, fifty pages of research? yeah no, more like fifty pages of words I half know the meaning of. One more article, just one. Hm… is the Policy Of Climate Change Of Nigeria more important or the Importance Of Democracy? I guess the first… as I click on the article from the CIA World Factbook, a message pops up.
Battery running low. Plug in your PC.
Oh. My. God. This cannot be happening right now. Charger, charger, Charger WHERE IS IT!?
Shutting down…
Seriously? SERIOUSLY? I swear to god… I rest my head on the edge on my table- and my eyes swell up, not because of fatigue this time- but because of the pure frustration boiling in my veins. Well, nothing to do but sleep now and hope for the best.
