Over the past few days, visiting the net had been boring. This strike has persisted more than anyone anticipated. It was on the 13th of june that our NLNL(no light no lectures) campaign started in UNEC, the sub campus of UNN. visiting the net everyday it seemed like the school had forgotten its sister campus as hardly could a thread about UNEC be found anywhere. rumours which used to be rife at d early stages of the strike had somewhat disappeared too, we now even longed for rumours to help keep hope alive. I'm sure it has not been easy on anyone considering our sister campus have started their exams. Then just this morning as I reluctantly checked the net, actually hoping to find any new info for a friend hoping to enter the Den I stumbled on the news, 'UNEC students to pay 10900 for damages'. I was dumbfounded. the damaged was one I personally assessed. What was damaged was mostly old non functional street lights, and some windows, the damage couldn't have gotten anywhere close to 5 million. This is the height of stealing and what's annoying is that this is a well orchestrated plan by the school to get money to purchase the generator which has been our paramount request . Check out these details I'm gonna drop and tell me what you think.
After one week of the NLNL peaceful protest the DVC called the SUG and threatened them. So great was the threat that the SUG had to withdraw from the struggle. That same day, students tried to visit a media house and the security stopped them. With the atmosphere so hostile, the school was supposed to do all they could to calm students but guess what, they gave light that night to the main boys hostel for just 30minutes, infuriating the students who thought enough was enough. A day after the riot, there was limitless light on campus. Now to further ensure the smooth play of their plan they made us stay home till we were tired so we'd regret and be unable to say anything when they give this devilish decree. The times are too hard, if people don't talk now a lot of students would fail this year and many others would not write exams. Those who can should please intervene, the school authorities instead of appreciating the willingness of its students to study are using that zeal we have 4 books against us, for an education that's so poor as it is we are still made to pass through hell to get it. Let us stand up to our schools, they've had a field time for so long.

Story for the gods!!! Students won't just read and do what's right. Not saying it doesn't happen but most people I know that succumb to this are those who can't defend what they wrote.

Before I knew what was happening I had more friends than I could count, those involved in gambling can attest to this, you begin to meet different people, u begin to move from your street into other streets and you become acquainted with the number of uncompleted buildings in your whole area; thus was my case and it soon began to affect my home life, my home is such that you are not allowed to stay out too long at once, my mum is a very conscious woman and if she doesn't see anyone in two hours she begins to look for him, my dad on the other hand does a very stressful job and leaves home very early to return very late often very tired. Initially my case started little by little, every night my mum would complain to my dad that she doesn't understand the kind of friends I keep and that I stay out too much. Sometimes my dad would sit me down and advise me, at other times he'd shout at me and sometimes he'd flog me. As I grew older, he was unable to flog me any longer so he was left with just two options. Each time he returns and is told one thing or the other, he just bends his head in despair and after a few minutes he'd call my name 3 times and retreat to the room. On my part I've been trying to break this addiction to no avail and my mum doesn't help matters in that she reports everything I do to my dad not minding how tired he was on his return. Even a thing as minor as a mean looking friend coming to look for me doesn't escape my dad. I didn't need any1 to tell me that I had turned to the black sheep of the family. My elder and younger brother would just clear the way while I'm lambasted. inside me I keep trying to become better to no avail, recently, my dad has been handing down all types of threats now tired of advising and shouting. He's threatened to send me to the village and has also threatened to hand me over to the police to give me machine flogging, the threats deterred me a bit but recently two events have taken place and I'm not sure of my fate. Due to my dads threats I decided to be staying more at home despite the strong urge not to, one fateful evening I was in my neighbors area playing ludo game in order to keep busy and not leave the home, soon our street guys began to stream in, it didn't take long for Echezona a notorious street guy to make a suggestion. He said the game was dull, that we should go and plug mango's in a farm that nobody inhabits. Every1 soon followed and I joined. On getting there I realised the place was fenced. There was I very long fence which covered the farm and stretched to a local clinic whose owners were known to be notorious. We climbed the fence with Echezona leading us, he is a very tall boy so he stretched his hands and plucked one, that was the only close one. The tree had a lot of mango's that could be gotten by merely stretching out your hand but they were farther from the fence, the excess adrenaline that has been pushing me came into action again and without warning I jumped in noiselessly. As I was about going round to pluck the mangos I began to hear hushing sounds from my friends, I thought they were hushing themselves I didn't think of the possibility of getting caught after all it was an uninhabited farm and no coincidence could bring the farmer at this same hour that I jumped in, as I was just getting around my thought I just heard 'IF U MOVE I'D SHOOT, STOP THERE!!' I turned to see a woman coming speedily towards me, I could easily have jumped the fence and escaped but the shock was much, how could the farmer come into the farm this same hour I looked closer it was not a farmer it was the wife of the owner of the clinic, I became dumbfounded and shocked, I couldn't understand why this woman would be the one to come and chase me in another person's farm with the threat of shooting me though she had no gun on her, in my shock, I stood transfixed till she came and buried her hand into my shorts very close to my man and I jolted back to consciousness. What I didn't realise was that there was no fence inside that demarcated the clinic and farm. The long fence outside cover both clinic and farm and in my minds eye, the fence was too long to be the fence of just the clinic so I thought an inner fence demarcated them both, I was soon to receive a shocker as the woman dragged me from the farm into the clinic, 'no fence!!' I shouted without knowing it, the farm belonged to the clinic owners, I was certainly finished. They held me down and said they'd take me to the police station and they meant it. I was confused. Outside my mum had been looking for me in her usual manner, she asked Echezona he denied knowing my whereabouts, in his mind he was keeping our boy's code of not telling on others not knowing that he was actually killing me by his action. However my mum soon found out and came to the building. My mum had to kneel and beg for a considerable time before I was released. In my mind I knew I was finally dead for my mum would not take what she had to pass through lightly. As I got home I just stayed outside, my mum was fuming and eagerly waiting for my dad, her executioner to return, when my dad came back and heard, he was transfixed, he just bent his head in his characteristic manner and I began to nurse hopes that he'd just walk inside after calling my name as usual but I should have known better. He just got up abruptly and went in and changed to shots all the while snorting that he won't flog me that I had become used to it that he'd teach me the lesson of my life, as soon as he was done changing he dragged me outside and asked me to sleep in the compound, I was glad I got off lightly but he had other plans, the next morning he didn't go to work, he dragged me out in broad daylight to the street and took me to a spoilt road where gutter water was gathering and bellowed to me to start rolling inside in the full glare of everybody. I knew there was nothing I could do, I wanted to die but death flew away from me laughing. I just dipped myself in it and he used his leg to make sure I roll very well. As I got up I was the most disgusting, stinking person alive, I oozed, he just left me and walked inside after giving me instructions to lie down for five minutes under the morning sun. Even my mum was dumbfounded at the punishment he gave me, there and then I knew my father's true colour. My mum stood at a distance to splash water on me and afterwards I didn't step out of the house for weeks due to shame, I thought the devil was done with me but that was part 1 as he had something else in stock for me. The first day I found face to go outside, I took my phone which had been off for days to charge it, due to the shame I didn't go to any of our neighbors I just took it straight to the game hall where we played PS2 to charge it, I hadn't finished plugging the phone when police men stormed the place. It was a normal thing for police men to storm game houses due to gambling activities but I always escaped. Somehow my luck box was empty cause devil don sit down plan my matter well. I was carted away thus I ended up in that police cell my mum had rescued me from earlier. I stayed a night and my mum came, she told me my dad said they should leave me for a considerable time but her heart could not let her so she met a police friend of hers and they let me go on a small bail fee. Now my dad's threat is back fresh on my mind, he's most probably gonna send me to the village. I refused to go home with mum but have been staying with a friend for the fear of my dad. Now the question is 'how do I escape the wrath of my dad and break my addiction?

As I kid I read the novel 'one week one trouble' and I'd often wonder how foolish Agbo was. How difficult can it be to stay out of trouble for just one week? In my mind I just concluded that it was fiction; Nigeria and their poor write-ups that head no where but I was soon to be shocked to realize that agbo's story was a litote in a way, I was soon to discover that one could get into trouble quite more often than once a week and this I didn't learn from anyone I'm currently passing through it. Growing into full youth, I began to get some addictions, I became addicted to alcohol tho I don't smoke nor do drugs and I became addicted to PS2 and with it came the addiction to gambling which soon spread from PS2 to table tennis, draft and the master money consumer; WHOT. That was to be the beginning of my problem... Part 2 coming up in few hours