The Cock Crow

The familiar unwelcome cock crow,crowing with determination telling me that whether I like it or not the dawn is fast  approaching and soon be here. oh! please can’t this dawn wait a little longer and my eyes is still very humble for sleep finally, my alarm clock rang at the my usual time 6am. I manage to open one angry looking eye and look at my bible in the bed post then I closed the eye again and finally, after about 30 minutes I shoot then open, then i pick up my bible and turn to my favorite  psalm 91 and read through the familiar passage and then pray as well.Then I went to mirror stand and sit down to supervise my face… oh! the antibiotics I used the previous night on my face did wonders to those pustules and as usual, the mirror took me off to wonderland i took off, thinking seriously how on earth will sweep the hostel compound for the week, fetching water from the parish house, what to put on to lecture hall that day, how I will deal with my girl friend who did not return my handout to me yesterday, why must the hostel captain assign sweeping to girls alone and oh!, a knock brought me back into the world follow by a good ”morning kc” how was your night,can I use your tooth paste please? I opened the door and hand over the paste to my hostel mate, then went  around to do the normal routine of  saying ”good morning to other hostel mates, then went off to sweep the ugly looking compound,when I was  done with sweeping the compound, I went off to brush, collecting a cup of water from my friend who earlier ask for tooth paste. I collected  my bucket and went off to fetch water from the parish house. on getting there, there was a long quine of bucket but no student. how come there are few student in the tap but a long row of bucket, who will carry them?. I asked a student while arranging lining additional four bucket myself on the quine. The same way u will carry yours, that same way they carry theirs, the student replied. But this other bucket are for my friends that will soon be here I I told the student, you have answer your question yourself the student replied. back at the hostel due to shortage and loo, we the girls make sure that one of us smuggle into but the bathroom and the loo and one that is done, every girl in the hostel take their bath and go to the toilet before the guys, because when any of the girl is about to finish using the bath room she give a sign for the next girl to come into the bath room she herself move from the bathroom, and we do it always because it angers the guys. next the stomach reminds me that they are expecting their digestible valuables at the usual time. And as soon as i put on the stove to start cooking  the curious hostel mate start asking annoying request

when will you be through so that i can used your stove?

do u have extra margarine?

what are you cooking?.

Then comes the time girls are very friendly to each other and that is dressing up for lectures.I iron my clothes with a friend  iron while other girls wait behind me.This led to makeup session and this time make-up kits vanish and reappear at a time,and argument on the sample to use that day.closely followed by hairdo,the combing,styling and dressing the hair take much of our time and after much attempts and we are satisfy with our selves we leave for our various lecture halls.Back from class,I cook food that will take me the remaining day,eat and rest,then reading is followed closely after a while the first person to get tired of reading will be the first to start argument  over a little thing which may even lead to fighting, and finally everybody will disperse to their  various rooms.Then somewhere between the farms and bushes,you hear the crowing sound of a cock reminding me that the night is fast approaching and they too are through with their day-works.I pick up a novel and began reading while lying down in my bed and often times I slept off waiting for the next cock crow.

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