”It’s only been two days!” She says and a belch follows immediately after.

She’s been eating. A lot. For someone with the tolerance to eat just once every day, she’s not far from bursting soon with how much she’s eating now. The ’once’ she used to eat could be something as basic as a pack of noodles. This one pack would carry her through the day and over every hurdle the University of Ibadan life has on the path to the end of the day. Now, however, her stomach rumbles every hour. Considering the fact that she just returned, everyone is indulging. If mom won’t feed her, one of her many aunts, uncles, neighbours and others would. Of course, she knows it’s all a means to an end for them. The end is that they can make her go on as many errands as they require. This disturbs her, but hey, her stomach is getting filled. As of now, that’s really all that matters. At least she thinks so.

Being constantly filled doesn’t make the boredom any more bearable. There’s no one to call. Well, there might be one or two people but she’s not one for phone calls. While in Ibadan, she, unfortunately, did not deem it fit to keep in touch with her friends back home in Lagos. Right now, even if she did keep up with them, there’s no going to see them. Social distancing and all that.

She imagines a life where the lockdown is relaxed in her state. Even with this, how will she explain to her mom that she wants to leave the house? They lied. 18 doesn’t come with any autonomy. It’s just one more thing for people to rub in your face when you screw up in the least.

1. 2. 3. 4.

It’s official. She’s losing her mind.  

Am I really counting with the hand of the clock?’ She says inwardly.

Hold on! A phone. She has one. She remembers that.

She reaches for it and presses the power button once it’s in her hand. The glimpse of red in the upper right corner reminds her of why she put the phone down in the first place.  


Exasperation is at its peak in her today. 

When they were told they’d have to stay in to curb the pandemic, everyone was happy to oblige. Everyone wants to be a hero. Little did they know they’d have two pandemics on their hands at the same time.

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  1. Infact! The boredom is striking me so hard in an unexplainable manner.
    I pray this end soon

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