We know you people have a lot to say about your lecturers or events inspired by them, so we scoured the bird app. Here are some of the funniest tweets we found.
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8 Fun Things Nigerian Students Do But Feel Terrible About
We’ve all done things we’re not proud of at school. They feel so good at first, but they eventually get you thinking about how piss-poor your decision making is.
They are fun, though; that’s all what matters sometimes.
1. When you could use the money you have to buy data or a school material and you buy data
One struggle at a time, abeg.
2. When you give up on going to class after hitting the snooze button one too many times
Not anyone’s fault.
3. When you borrow a classmate’s material and refuse to return it, even when exams are approaching
Lord, forgive me for I have sinned.
4. When you scoop a few spoonfuls of milk from your roommate’s stash and you conveniently “forget” to tell them
I promise, this will be last time.
5. When you collect money from your parents for an imaginary project or class trip
My children will do it to me too, so we’re even.
6. When you stab classes many times in the semester that you feel sorry for your parents
And they thought sending me to school was a good investment.
7. When you write your name in the attendance sheet, excuse yourself to go to the toilet and you don’t return to class
I will feel guilty later, but it’s worth it for now.
8. When you watch movies and shows when you have piles of schoolwork begging for attention
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Aluta And Chill: 6 Pan-Atlantic University Students Talk About Their Mental Health Struggles
Students in Nigerian universities have stories to tell, but hardly anyone to tell them to. For our new weekly series, Aluta and Chill, we are putting the spotlight on these students and their various campus experiences.
We are taking issues of mental health in Nigeria more seriously than we used to. However, there is still a lot to do. For students, there is a relationship between mental health and their quality of life, which includes satisfaction with the college experience. So, I spoke to some students at Pan-Atlantic University and asked them to talk about events that have affected their mental health. From feelings of inadequacy and depressive episodes to panic and anxiety attacks, these students had a lot to say.
Soho
Four weeks into the second semester of my second year, I got into an argument with my group of friends. They were the closest thing I had to a support system. That would come back to bite me.
At the end of the month, the school released the first-semester results. I’d assumed that I would well as I usually did. However, when I saw my grades, they’d done so much damage to my CGPA. It was way below what I was used to.
I broke down at once. An existential crisis happened, and I started to question who I was and what my purpose was. I always thought I was a smart person who didn’t need to work a lot to get what I needed. My school persona was tied to my grades, so when I got those low grades, it felt like I lost an important part of myself.
I always struggled with impostor syndrome as well. I didn’t think I deserved the good grades I got, and the one time it actually happened to me, I believed that my day of reckoning had come and I would be made out as the fraud that I was.
A lot happened. I was tired, stressed, and so out of it. Everyone I could talk to wasn’t on speaking terms with me. I went on a downward spiral and was at my lowest for a while.
People didn’t know I was hurting because I deflected my pain with humour. I looked happy, but deep down, I was in a lot of pain.
Slowly, things began to mend themselves. However, I don’t think I fully recovered from the episode. I was on a 4.GPA before it happened, and I dropped to a 3. GPA. I’ve been trying to get my CGPA back up since that time, but it hasn’t happened yet. I guess I just have to figure out a way to live with it.
Damilola
I’m the first child of my parents. Growing up, I was taught to be strong at all times. I’ve lost count of the number of times somebody told me to get a hold of myself because “people look up to me.”
I internalised all this, and it was a driving force to how I lived my life. In my third year, one of my closest friends died. I didn’t get to process that because it meant going out of character. The enormous schoolwork didn’t help either. School turned to hell for me. At times, I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t shed a tear because that person wasn’t who I was raised to be.
I’m very outgoing and generally a people person. I put on smiles for people, while I was dying inside. This was me for two months as I struggled to keep it together.
One night, I attended a friend’s birthday party and drank more than I should have. As I sobered up, I became so emotional and couldn’t stop crying. I had a heartfelt conversation with two of my friends that night and shared everything I kept bottled up inside.
From that night, I became intentional about my mental health. I decided that it’s okay not to be strong at all times, to blow off some steam when I need to and to let go of anything that could weigh me down. I still struggle with all this, but I take it one step at a time.
Ifeoluwa
My first week at the university was not very fun. Right from the moment I stepped into the gates, I felt funny. On my second day, I tried to push myself out of my comfort zone and talk to people. Everyone was doing it. I saw someone I’d known before I resumed at school. We’d been talking in a group chat, but we hadn’t seen each other yet. It seemed like a good idea to talk to him.
But as I walked up to where he was, I started hyperventilating badly. I couldn’t control it even when I got to him. I knew I was in the early stages of a panic attack. We barely spoke a word when I hurriedly excused myself and left awkwardly. It was embarrassing, but it was either that or breaking down completely befoe him and everyone else. I couldn’t live with that memory.
It was my first panic attack in months. I called my mum and she managed to calm me now, albeit with strict instructions to visit the school clinic.
At the clinic, I had an extensive conversation with the school psychologist and she was very helpful. She spoke with me calmly about my history with panic attacks and made me feel much better about myself. I thought that was a wonderful touch.
I think I’ve gotten used to the school now, so I’ve gotten some grip on my anxiety and mental health. More importantly, feel better with the fact that the school takes these issues seriously and there is a professional I can always talk to whenever things try to get out of control.
Carol
I study accounting, which I’m not very crazy about. I tried to switch departments in my first year, but my parents didn’t allow it. By my second year, I’d had a couple of carryovers. I was just going along with the flow, not sure how to be at my best.
I’d just seen a couple of my results and there were additional courses I failed. I was in class when one lecturer came in and started talking about success and how CGPA play an important role in it. She implied that I was doomed to fail in life if I didn’t get my grades up. I was already low, and listening to all of this just made it worse. It triggered a depressive episode. I broke down in class, in front of everyone.
When I finally got a bit of myself together and left the class, I went to the guidance counsellor, hoping to get some clarity. However, there was little they could do to help me.
I’m in my third year now, and I’m still struggling with school. To be honest, this pandemic is a blessing to me. I’m removed from the school environment, and I don’t think too much about everything that happens there. I don’t know what I will do when I return to school, and I have no idea how to deal with it.
Chike
I had a roommate in my second year whom we made music together. Sometime during the session, he organised an event — a gathering of music enthusiasts.
He was in charge of planning, and he included me on the list of people billed to perform. It was going to be the first time I performed my songs for people. I was pretty excited and looked forward to it.
The day eventually came and everything was great. What I didn’t know was that I would be the first performer of the night. I guess the news took me by surprise, and everything became a disaster from there.
My set was terrible. There was hardly a reaction or engagement from the audience. It didn’t help that I forgot the lyrics to my song.
I blamed myself for everything that happened. For agreeing to perform at the event. For not preparing better. It was my first time and it makes sense to go easy on myself, but I was incapable of doing that. It was just messy.
Needless to say, my confidence took a big hit. I haven’t held a microphone since that event. I’m working on that, though. I plan on getting myself together and organising a similar event before I graduate from school.
Kosi
Covid-19 happened and the school sent us home. However, academic activities continued. Soon, it was time for exams, but things would be different this time. We would write our exams online.
I logged in to Zoom 30 minutes before the exam was scheduled to start. Things were quiet for a while. All of a sudden, I started breathing fast and it felt like something heavy had been placed on me. This had never happened to me, but somehow, I knew what it meant.
I called a friend and told him that I was in the middle of an anxiety attack. He instructed me to stand up, breathe slowly, and think of something that makes me happy. I did everything he told me to. In no time, my breathing returned to normal. And I managed to write the exam without any further incident. I think about it sometimes and I know for sure that I don’t want to go through another episode.
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9 Foods You Should NOT Eat Before You Take A Test
There are some meals that WILL cause you problems if you eat them before a test, does not matter if the test is online or physical. Want to know the foods not to eat? Keep reading.
1) SEMO
First of all, all this food is good for is punishing your enemies. Now, you want to eat it before a test? Learn self love.
2) CHIN CHIN
Another word for this is punishment. Do you not love yourself? You will chew until you have a headache. Please, want better for yourself.
3) PAP
Your bones will turn to jelly, your brain will turn to mush. There is a reason pap is baby food. By the time you wake up, Corona would be over .
4) AGEGE BREAD
Agege bread is what you use to relax after a stressful day at the site. Not what you eat when you have a test.
5) PLANTAIN CHIPS
The problem here is that one is never enough. You will finish what you have with you, and then your search for more will continue. Please, thou shall not eat it before a test
6) BEANS
Do you really want the reason for missing a test to be an upset stomach? You do? Then eat beans. Want to sleep till thy kingdom come? eat beans.
7) POPCORN
Popcorn gets stuck in your teeth, and instead of you focusing on your test, you are stressed thinking of how to remove that annoying piece stuck between your teeth.
8) ALCOHOL
Apparently, it needs to be said that alcoholic beverages should not be consumed before a test. You will lose focus. Ogbeni, jazz up!
9) SHAKI
If temporary blindness before your exam is something that sounds appealing to you, then take risks by eating shaki. For extra effect, eat it with both eyes open!
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5 Nigerian Graduates Share Their First Job Hunting Experience
Job hunting experience in Nigeria can be a lot. Many people will argue that there are simply not enough jobs for the teeming youth population, hence the high rate of unemployment.
For a lot of people, job hunting is marred with terrible experiences. But for others, it’s a walk in the park. We talked to a couple of recent graduates and got them to talk to us about how their first job search after university went.
Gbemisola
My NYSC Place of Primary Assignment was a local government office. After three months, I became disillusioned with the place and figured that I would be doing myself a lot of good if I looked for a new job.
I started sending applications everywhere I could. At one interview, they said they would need to ‘train’ me before I was sent to Dubai where the job was. However, I had to pay ₦20000 for training.
I almost missed out on my present job. They invited me to an interview but I declined when I realised that the salary was going to be ₦15000. Fortunately, I was quick to give myself a reality check. I reached out to HR and managed to convince them to schedule a fresh interview for me.
Towards the end of my service year, I tried to look for a new job. I applied to a law firm. After I’d scaled through three stages of the interviews, I found out that the job wasn’t right for me. The MD was always calling me at night and asking me if I was capable of keeping secrets because the job would require me to be discreet. This came off as weird to me, so I gave up on the job.
The folks at my job retained me when my service ended. They bumped up my salary, and things started to look up.
Dara
I was deployed to Edo state for NYSC. I looked around and saw that there was nothing for me there. Besides, I wanted to work in Lagos. After orientation camp, I relocated to Lagos. At the time, I hadn’t even gotten a job or had an idea where I wanted to work.
I returned to Lagos and pitched myself to a couple of companies. Eventually, I got a job at a technology company. The next step was figuring out how to make them promote me to full staff.
I was hired for the role of a graphic designer, but I did a whole lot more. It helped that I had a set of skills that they needed. I took pictures and shot videos.
Not too long after I started there, I overheard them talking about getting a UI/UX designer. I saw another opportunity there. I downloaded a course on Udemy and learned the basics in a month. After I pitched these new skills to them and they gave me a project to work on. They were very impressed with my output, and I guess that sealed it. It was smooth sailing from there, and they retained me to work as a full-staff.
Tosin
At NYSC camp in Cross River state, a Canadian non-profit came to recruit national volunteers. Prior to that time, I was hoping to work in the media. But when this opportunity came, I thought it wouldn’t hurt to go for it. I researched them online and saw that they could be a good fit for me.
I got the job and loved it, and I decided that it might be fun to pursue a career in the development sector. As my service year came to an end, I became intentional about finding another job, and I was military about it.
I was selected for a Venture in Management Program at Lagos Business School. It was a good thing that I got in because one of the sponsors rolled out an internship program for the participants. I got into the internship program too and worked my ass off. At the end of 10 interesting months, I was promoted to full staff.
Ola
About a month after I turned in my final year project at university, I got a gig at a digital agency in Ibadan through a friend. I’m a photographer on the side too. After three weeks on the job, I travelled to Lagos to sell a camera to an advertising agency.
My business was with the business director, but she wasn’t around. I met the creative director instead and struck a conversation with him. I mentioned that I’d just graduated from university and was interested in pursuing a career in advertising. Also, I showed him some copy I wrote when I was in university, and he asked a few questions. Nothing happened on that day. I was a little disappointed because they didn’t even buy the camera.
Two weeks later, I got a call from the creative director. It was an invitation to interview with the agency. I travelled back to Lagos and attended the interview. I was hired on the spot as a junior copywriter.
Sheriffdeen
For the better part of my service year, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. I have a business, so I focused all my energy on growing the brand. However, I knew that I wanted to do a 9-5. Two months before Passing Out Parade, I went home for some introspection.
A few days before my POP, a friend who owned an NGO reached out to me and asked if I wanted to go with him to pay a courtesy visit to a State Commissioner. I heard about a Digital Marketing Bootcamp there, and I decided to give it a try.
The application deadline was that night, so nothing was guaranteed. My application scaled and I got into the program. There was a recruitment phase as the Bootcamp came to an end, and I was selected to intern with a fintech company.
I left the company after three months because I wanted to work with an agency. I had just started my job search when the pandemic hit. For a moment there, I wondered if quitting my former job was a bright idea.
My chances of getting a job were bleak, yet I kept sending out applications. A few of them got back to me, but nothing happened. I understood that — it wasn’t the best time to hire anyone.
Sometime later, I got a call out of the blues from a colleague who informed me that a company was looking for a digital marketer. I took the lifeline and sent in an application. After a series of interviews, I was eventually hired.
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5 Love Languages, Nigerian Student Edition
Apparently, there are five ways people can show you they love you. Have you ever wondered how it students do it? Well, here it is. Love languages, student style.
1. WORDS OF AFFIRMATION
“Me too, I have not read for the test” is one of the most affirming statements a student can hear. In that moment, with tears in your eyes, both of you develop a deep bond.
2. PHYSICAL TOUCH
Moving from venue to venue can be such a hassle. Add the large population of the school and you can get trampled on or left behind. Someone holding your hand to help navigate you through the crowd is nothing short of pure love.
3. QUALITY TIME
You have classes from 8am to 6pm, what better place is there to spend quality time together? Seated side by side, gisting while that boring lecturer just keeps going on and on.
4. GIFT GIVING
It could be something as small as giving you a sheet of paper for your test, or big like buying you food because you are hungry.
5. ACTS OF SERVICE
Writing name in attendance is not only one of the greatest acts of service, but it also shows you remember things about the person, like their matriculation number. That is the kind of thing when someone does for you, you never forget.
You cannot wait for school to resume so you can start showing the people in your life you care? Why not just follow us on twitter so we can bring the school to you. You know you want to
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7 Places Your CGPA Does NOT Matter
I know we talked about helping you study here, but then life is hard, so it is time to remind you of places your CGPA does not matter
1) HEAVEN
Heaven is the ultimate goal right? And in the place of eternal rest, no problems or troubles. CGPA is a man made thing and has no space there. Can I get an Amen?
2) HELL
See, heaven is tough. Did they not say it is a narrow road? If you make it to hell, then there is good news for you. CGPA does not matter there either! You will be too busy with the eternal damnation and gnashing of teeth to bother anyways.
3) SUYA JOINT
Do you have money? Extra Onions or cabbage? Those are the only things your suya man actually cares about. Your CGPA only matters when its on paper, and if that is the paper you want him to wrap your suya in.
4) INSIDE BUS
First class only happens on planes and GIG Motors. Danfo does not care about that. Danfo is a democracy. For the people, by the people. All people are welcome, except those that do not hold their change.
5) MARKET
You will sweat, be pushed and be harassed. Is that the place you want to be speaking big English? LMAO.
6) PRISON
What you need here is the ability to share a room with a lot of people, and eat very small portions, and physical labour. It reminds us of boarding school. The good days.
7) ATM QUEUE
At the ATM it is every person for themself, and God for us all. Try to jump the queue and tell them it is because you graduated University with a 4.3. Your beating will be swift and powerful.
School and all the other things that come with it can be really stressful. Try following us on Twitter for content that will calm your nerves, and so you can find more people that relate to your struggles.
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How To Flirt Like A UNILORIN Student
Given how Unilorin students talk about their school, you’d think they don’t flirt. But thank God for this tweet by @HabeebahKareem, we can tell you confidently that Unilorin students are quite versed in the game of flirting. Take a leaf from them and don’t leave the love of your life.
1. In Unilorin, a car gives you 10 extra points in the flirting game. But if you have extra N50 to pay in a korope ride, you are quite the perfect gentleman.
2. You can try the religious approach, Alfa Mujeeb.
3. Good old whining also works.
4. If you have fornication in mind, here’s something for you.
5. The good Samaritan approach, but low key you know what you’re after.
6. Have we mentioned night class? That one is a sure banker. At 3am when everywhere is mortuary cold, you will sneak out to kiss in the dark like Koto Aye witches.
10 Things Only Unilorin Students Can Relate To
7. Engineering boys and motion ground photographers.
8. With extra rice, extra plantain, extra chicken with coleslaw. You don go.
9. Whatever the question is, being a Law student is the answer.
10. The people of Zamfara and Abuja girls hostel have left the group chat.
Valentine has passed, but this one is evergreen: 10 Ways To Celebrate Valentine As A Unilorin Student
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We Asked 4 Nnamdi Azikwe Students The Toughest Course They’ve Dealt With
‘Asusu Igbo’ is one of the toughest courses I’ve had to deal with in school. Learning my mother tongue came with a lot of deriding jokes — most of which were directed at my parents for failing in their responsibilities. Eventually, I couldn’t care less about the course. Learning a new language should be taught with kindness, especially to those who are genuinely interested. I’m not alone in the struggle, so I asked fellow students at Nnamdi Azikiwe University to talk about the toughest course they’ve dealt with.
Confidence – I had no background knowledge about the course
The toughest course I encountered was architecture. I had no background knowledge in technical drawing in my secondary school. This made it difficult for me to understand what it was about.
The lecturer also contributed to the problem. He would teach for only 30 minutes and send us off with an assignment. Sometimes, he came to class only to sign attendance and give us an assignment. At other times, he didn’t come to class at all, yet he gave assignments.
When the exams came, I wasn’t given enough time to write what I knew. I did poorly.
Kamso – I didn’t understand the course material
In my first year, I registered for a language course: Introduction to Linguistics. I didn’t find it challenging. However, it was said that each year, the number of carryover students for the course surpassed that of the freshers. The course was taught by the former HOD — the only one she ever handled for year 1 students, so you can understand the importance of an A, B, or at least a C. Funnily enough, the ALMIGHTY course had just one study material — a book she wrote.
The first semester came and passed, I couldn’t thank God enough for seeing me through. Then came the second semester and I was like: “I thought I was done with you and your poo-poo theory and Noam Chomsky.”
The second semester was rush hour, and this was something I wasn’t used to. When exams came, I thought I could make things work like the previous semester. I got a summary to make things easier as I read.
Two days before the exam, I still couldn’t comprehend the content of the summary. My mind was blank and couldn’t function. I practically prayed and cried myself to sleep. I told God that I couldn’t carry over the course. It was too much of a headache. Scoring D was more than enough. Thankfully it was an afternoon paper. The vibes to read came to my rescue on the eve of the exam. I wrote and made a C.
Rosemary – I had a weird lecturer
I took a course from the Accounting department in my second year. My first time in the class was horrible. The lecturer spent most of his time reciting the names on the attendance sheet and memorizing at least five female names, which he tried to recall after class, not minding the fact that he came an hour late.
Whenever he decided to teach, he would read out directly from his textbook filled with inaccurate figures.
Also, you dare not put an ink to change the wrong figures.
Finally, in the exam hall, we saw the unexpected. Even his colleagues were like: “Just pen down something.This question is for Masters.” Fortunately, I made a pass.
Vera – There was a lot of unnecessary stress
The toughest course I’ve encountered so far was in my second year. The course, ‘The Literature of the Neoclassical period’, was handled by two female lecturers. At first, the course was quite interesting. There was a lot of poems, the lecturers’ notes and history of the period. It was engaging and fascinating.
Every student who took the course was supposed to have an individual presentation. Unfortunately, I missed mine due to an emergency at home. For a moment there, I lost interest in the course.
We were given a second chance to present right after the examination. Boom, my zeal for the course got rekindled. But one thing I hated and didn’t find helpful was the stress this brought.
The lecturers hyped the course and kept on telling students to read all the recommended texts — get familiar with the lines, poets’ biographies and their relation to the Neoclassical Period. We were told to do more research. This meant a lot of sleepless nights. Also, I had colleagues that I was teaching. All hands were on deck.
Most of my course mates got so addicted to reading, thanks to this course. On the D-day, we weren’t afraid because we had a hint on what the exam would look like, considering the lecturers involved. The disheartening bit of the entire thing was that we were allocated inadequate time to write the ones we knew to our satisfaction. I answered two out of the three compulsory questions. The presentation didn’t hold, and that was how I had a D in the course.
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Aluta And Chill: 4 University Of Lagos Students Recount Their Most Memorable Breakup Stories
Students in Nigerian universities have stories to tell, but hardly anyone to tell them to. For our new weekly series, Aluta and Chill, we are putting the spotlight on these students and their various campus experiences.
A lot of things in life are fleeting. I might be wrong, but quite a number of relationships that happen in University don’t stand the test of time.
The subjects of this week’s story are students at University of Lagos, and they share their most memorable breakup stories.
Monica — He was in a relationship with 7 other people
I was in a relationship with this smooth talker sometime ago. I was convinced that we had a future together. He asked me to be his girlfriend with a poem. I don’t remember the full content, but it included something about how I was the one for him. Also, there was a line about how he loved me so much because his mother and I share a name.
However, a girl always called him every time he was with me. Of course, he downplayed it and claimed that the girl was obsessed with him. He was very open about our relationship, so I didn’t think I had anything to worry about.
My instincts, on the other hand, were on overdrive. The urge to get the girl’s number got too hard to ignore and I swiped it off his phone.
One day, I got really anxious and texted the girl. I asked her if he knew the man I was in a relationship with and she confirmed that she knew him — my boyfriend was also her boyfriend.It was a big revelation, even though I took it as calmly as I could. I explained the situation to the girl. For some reason, she didn’t believe me. When I sent her all the receipts and pictures, she still didn’t think they meant anything.
I decided that we were over that night. I went to sleep with a testy eye and a heavy heart, with no clue how to get over him. The following morning brought more unnerving revelation. I woke up the next morning to see 6 different ladies calling him out on Twitter.
Apparently, he wrote the same poem for all of us and gave us the same corny story about us being namesakes with his mother.
Michael — We couldn’t make a long-distance relationship work
I was in 100 level when I started dating this girl. She was in her second year at the time. A little over a year after we started dating, she left the country to study, and she was going to spend 5 months there.
We probably should have ended it there, but we didn’t. We decided to give a long-distance relationship a shot, and it worked for 3 months or thereabout. After that, things started to go downhill. We couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong exactly, but it was clear that things weren’t the same anymore.
Luckily, she got back not long after. That was a lifeline. We talked things out and sorted everything we thought was wrong. We were still going — even stronger — and life was good.
Unfortunately, I had to travel out of the country too — I would be there for two years.
After I left the country, I realised that I needed to be free from the relationship. I was in a new country and discovering new things as I went, so I guess that I grew out of the relationship. We tried to keep it going for as long as we could, but it was only a matter of time. Eventually, we called it quits. On some level, I think I was relieved. The fate of the relationship was sealed the moment I left the country.
Tonton — I didn’t think he took us seriously
I started going out with this guy when I was in 100 level. We hung out a lot despite that we were in different faculties. Our favourite was to do was to go to the movies. It was my first relationship — there wasn’t any previous experience to compare it with, but I thought it was good.
My problem was his unwillingness to go to the extra mile for me. He was aloof for the most part. I was very big on celebrating important events like birthdays and Valentine’s Day, but he couldn’t care less about them. Also, he didn’t tell anyone that we were in a relationship. However, I didn’t turn any of this into a big deal.
And it probably wouldn’t be a big deal if he didn’t start to drift away from me. At this point, school had started to get hectic for me, yet I made sure to check in on him at every chance I got.
Things got to a head when one of my closest male friends saw him in the company of some girls and narrated what he saw to me. The way he put it, my supposed boyfriend was flirting with other girls.
This heightened my distrust for him. It didn’t help that we were barely talking to each other at the time. After a while, I realised that I couldn’t keep up with it anymore.
Surprisingly, he didn’t take it well when I told him I wanted to break up with him. The news riled him up. To be fair, he wanted us to give it another go. I was done, and that was all that mattered. It was my first relationship and it was great for a while, but I knew that it was time to keep it moving.
Tosin — I couldn’t get past his weird obsession
When I got to university, I was reunited with this guy I knew from secondary school. We were friends, so when our paths crossed again, we decided to be more than that. It didn’t take long for me to become deeply attached to him.
There were a lot of night walks to all the cool spots on campus. It was clear that we enjoyed each other’s company.
I’m not sure of the exact moment when this happened, but I realised that suddenly, I wasn’t crazy about the kind of guy he was. For starters, he was always posting a shitload of sexual content on his WhatsApp status. I’m not a prude, but the frequency with which he did this bothered me.
It triggered my trust issues and I found myself wondering what he was up to when I wasn’t there. When it became too much for me, I talked to him about it, hoping that he would appreciate that I was open with him and maybe get a grip on his obsession with nudity.
I got it all wrong. He got defensive about it. I would have let it go if he didn’t tell me that he wouldn’t mind blocking me if I wasn’t cool with his posts.
From that moment, I lost a lot of interest in him and the relationship. However, I decided to keep up appearances. Besides, I lived for our evening walks. Unfortunately, our walks couldn’t save the relationship. When it became clear that he didn’t really care about how I felt, I knew I had to kick him to the curb.
I took the easy way out, though. I started to withdraw from him. It became easy to forget that he existed. Whenever he wanted us to hang out, I would give some silly excuse to make sure it didn’t happen. Eventually, we drifted apart to a point where neither of us could claim to be in a relationship with the other, and we haven’t looked back since.
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