I put on my best clothes took my prettiest book, pen and bag went to class took the nicest seat and awaited lecture
The lecture started and THE BLOOD OF JESUS!!!! I was so lost what the heck was this woman talking about...ugh!! after class, I got lunch, went to my room and cried a river...'na like this I wan do this thing' I said to myself, i straightened my back, ate my food and promised to focus more the next day.
You know what happened the next day?... The exact same thing that happened the previous day with an extra touch of confusion.
I Went back to my hostel feeling so empty, everyone seemed like they had their shit together, people carrying their bags to read, I'm like 'what are these people reading bikonu'
Even my roommate that resumed with me began to carry her bags to go read... I went back to God, the one that showed me the things to consider when choosing a campus, I was lost I needed him... i usually go to the uncompleted roof of my hostel at the early hours of 5-6am to enjoy the view and beg myself to be at peace and figure things out.
I took some pictures for y'all to see how beautiful my mornings looked