It was a hot Saturday afternoon, four months ago - a day i can never forget. We had finished our semester examinations the previous day and most students on campus had vacated for their various homes, i was one of the few that were still in school. I didn't have any money on me to foot my transport fare home, afford a plate of food or even buy airtime to inform my parents who had no idea about the status quo. I was a practically a penniless pauper.

I laid down on my mattress, staring at the ceiling with my phone beside my head, hoping for a "miracle call” from home. An hour past, another past, yet no call came in. I looked at my watch, it was 12:00pm already and i haven't had breakfast.

I stood up and walked to my provisions locker majestically as though i didn't know the only food stuffs i had were palm oil, Maggi seasoning and a piece of dry fish heavily infested with ants. There was a left over cup of garri too. With these items, i could only prepare ‘eba’ and ‘water soup’. I had to make do after all what other options were at my disposal’, i muttered.

I have seen hungry people many times, on TV and on the streets but i haven't really had a first hand experience of what it feels to be really hungry for like a day. I hadn't eaten since i wrote my last exam the previous day, i resorted to gulping down water in cups. By my rough estimate i had drunk 25 litres of water from the previous day to that Moment. There was no better " definition of hunger ” than this.

"Was God punishing me for a sin i committed?", " have my parents disowned me?”, " Nobody cares about me any more, i must disown my parents when i eventually get home ”, i kept muttering to my self while starring casually at the ceiling. Suddenly, i heard the earsplitting sound of a speaker playing music down the street of my lodge and decided to go check out the reason for such nuisance....