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In my story part 1a, I told you all how difficult life was in the hostel during my 100lv. Hostel life is definitely not for everyone.

In this post, I will tell you how life was among my roommates and I.

We never fought not even for a day. There could be misunderstandings sometimes, but it never reached the point of fighting in my own room.

Remember I told you the particular hostel I stayed in is 10 students in a room. One of my roommates squatted with her friend throughout our stay, so we were 11 in my room. 4 of my roommates were from Imo state, 3 from Abia state, 1 from the South, 1 from Anambra state, then myself and another person from Enugu state. And these roommates of mine (especially five of them) always mock me in one way or the other simply because I was very innocent in almost everything. 

When they talk about BF & GF, I'm always mute. When they talk about visiting male students in the lodge, I'm always mute. When they talk about going to a party and picking money during the party, I'm always mute. Because what concerns me with all those discussions; village and innocent girl like me 😩.

Seriously, I don't know anything, or much then. Everything they discuss or talk about always sounds foreign to me. Me that has never gone to a party before, abi nah to go visit a male student in the lodge, maka gịnị? As how nah? 🙄

To be frank, I would have been influenced negatively that time if not for my strong home training and church mind 😜

But here is the real gist...

After mocking me, they don't ever resist my food 😆. The first time I cooked Ayaraya Ọka with agbụgbụ (fiofio), of course they don't know what it is. They keep asking me "what is this? What is it made of?" Same with the first day I cooked Echicha. I explained taya 😅. One Abia state girl said "Deborah cooked one black something," even when I already explained that it's ordinary cocoyam. My own Echicha "black something" 🙆🙆

The first day they ate my Egwusi soup, they were like "how were you able to avoid the egwusi from piecing?" Because the way they mix egwusi before pouring it into the pot is not the way I mix mine. The difference in the outcome and taste is visibly visible 😂

Have I talked about the first day they ate my Okpa? Ooohhh mmmyyy 🙆‍♀️. Aarrrhhhh! After that day, I started postponing cooking Okpa because these girls will not allow me to keep my pot from fire before they surround me with plates to put for them. Imagine cooking 6-8 wraps of Okpa only to end up eating only half of one. And if anyone happens to be away when I cook it, she will demand her own share upon hearing that Deborah prepared Okpa. I was literally their cook 🤣

What about the day I cooked Abacha with Akịdị? Omor 😱. They've never seen Abacha prepared in that way before. They keep asking me "Deborah, you say this is what? Abacha? Please put for me." They no longer wait for me to even say the usual "come and eat" after cooking. Once they see me cooking, they will ask; "what are you cooking? I will eat ooo." Sometimes, they will even ask me in the morning "Deborah, what are we going to eat today?" 🫣

Aarrrhhhh!

I can count how many times I ate their food throughout our stay together, but they ate mine almost everyday. They will mock Nwa Nsukka, but won't resist Nwa Nsukka's food 😎

NOTE: The mockery wasn't serious oooo bikokwa ☺️ 

But I really learned a lot from them regardless.

Remembering all these now makes me smile and it has taught me to embrace every stage of my life with an open mind and to appreciate every human that comes my way.

I will soon graduate, and if I have never done anything for anyone in this school, at least I fed my roommates in my 100lv 😀😃.

Right now, I'm seriously looking for who will feed me, because e don reeeeeeddddddd.

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Thanks for reading.

See you in my next episode 😁

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