When I look at my life now, and the life I had imagined for myself, all I see is contrast. When I gained admission into the university
my target was to come out with nothing less than a first class degree.



Reality first set in when just 3 months after my first lecture in school we went on a one week warning strike which escalated to a full strike when we packed all our bags and went home as if we were on a break.



I told myself that I would use the strike period to read ahead so I bought all the books needed and started reading them at home. After sometime, as human as I am I started getting bored so I visited my friend Chris who lived across the street. The visit became frequent and we became very close pals.



At first I was reluctant, but I joined him in going to clubs which was not bad at the time but it escalated to smoking and visiting LovePeddler homes. After a few weeks of hanging out with him I called myself to order and went back to my books but like a magnet, I went back to the reckless and extravagant life style.



After months of living a reckless life the strike was finally called off so we went back to our different schools but the life I had lived during the strike had greatly influenced me so I continued it in school. Those that knew me before were very surprised at my extreme change of character.



I made new friends because the old ones were boring and only cared about reading and praying. As I enjoyed my new life; I became a happening guy in campus.



I no longer had time for my studies as I was busy clubbing, chasing skirts, smoking and anything that was contrary to normal societal norms.



Again, in my third year in school ASUU came again with another strike and I was happy to go home and hook up with Chris again. When I got home, I discovered that Chris had gotten worse than he was the last time we were together. He was now a.......
kindly finish this life touching story here http://umehoma.com