LAMENTATIONS 6

Lamentations 6!

I didn't even notice that I had worn a canvass with a native shirt. It was brought to my cognizance at about 12 noon, I was already at school. Full swing day.

I left home at about 7:00 AM. No breakfast, I wasn't even thinking about food.

Only one thing was on my mind, I have to get my course form today.

Over the weekend, I had dropped the school receipt with the Finance Officer hoping he will clear me and then I will simply print the course even before getting to school. I was so wrong in my assumption. There was no clearance and I didn't print the course form.
Monday morning, straight to the faculty! Waiting for an hour or two for the guys at the finance office.

The first shocker came; my school receipt was missing.

The worse was yet to come!

One man bluntly said I should go home and print new one! I smiled, that kind of smile that comes with your last ounce of humanity.

A good man, another different staff, went on "Ultimate Search" UJ Chapter and returned with the receipt. Nothing has been done on it. Not even the Finance Officer's Stamp!

Well, at least I have my school fees receipt, I can start something. The queue for the said process was demoralizing, man, even that Mama Statue in Terminus will not agree to wait.

As always, we formed a mistaken union, "a union of all those who somehow believed they will be favoured by someone they knew". It paid off!

One more milestone achieved.

And that was where the whole burden of the whole events began to play in.

The queue, the slowness of the queue, my course form was not out, I had exams the next day, and then someone activated my enzymes.....

The worse was yet to come.

Something started playing mortal kombat in my head. It was as though someone was using a "Shao Khan Hammer" on my head. I could have argued that World War 3 was happening in my head.

Luck or friendship, after some struggle a politician friend of mine helped to get the clearance. I got to print the course form. Signed it. And headed home. "Bye Bye UJ. See you tomorrow".
In at most 30 minutes, I should be home. I was wrong.

While stopping Keke for Terminus, I ensured to not sit in the front with the driver. (You understand how that multiply the ruggedness of your day) I wanted to enjoy the dividends of my 50 naira. I enjoyed it, but not my 50 Naira. It was the dividends of the kindness of the driver.

On getting to Terminus, I found my last 100 Naira was missing! Oh gosh! Even the driver pitied me, all was well with him, but not me!

At that round about, I had a good rewind of my day. Closed my eyes. Said my umteenth Prayer for the day. Started trekking to Jenta. And it was the longest walk of my life.

The walk of hunger, headache, anger and tragedy.

I got home, couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, couldn't read, couldn't write and couldn't think.

I missed the exams the next day. The battle in my head, the headache, persisted far too long than I hoped.

And yes, I didn't forget, it was a Monday!

Bad days happen. We are still on earth!

Even Lucifer moved on after been casted from Heaven, why can't we? Why shouldn't I?

Unpleasant days will happen to us, but they must not determine our attitudes.