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

Crap.

His mates are busy making money during the strike, he is there fuc.king and clubbing his life out.

Did ASUU send him to club or chase girls around.

By the way, I don't believe the story one bit, just a blogger trying to sell his blog. But I feel nauseated anytime I see people shifting the blame.