Dusk in Dawn

It was two weeks to exams and I knew I had to start making notes. Making notes was paramount, that was how serious I could be. I started making notes from the course pdfs on my phone. My room offered distractions and I sought focus in night classes. It was the day before today:yesterday. I already had the mental notes of my night class affairs; the courses I would make notes on and how much time I would spend on each; the prayer I would make at 12am, didn't they say witches gather mostly at 12am to disrupt the affairs of men to sow weeds while men slept. I despised those weeds, I didn't want them in my life nor my family and so I was going to pray that hour. At 8pm I had my bath; brushed my teeth; creamed my skin; had on my milky sleevelees gown with my long sleeved thick sweater a handover from my father or perhaps a snatched supposed to be handed over sweater I had only seen the need for it and couldn't wait for it to be handed over. I waited for 9:29 to be gone to a place I meant business, the place I sought focus. The night class hall was a choice hall for many. Why it is for others I may not know but for me I loved that it was big. I loved that students both the physically perfect and imperfect assuaged it although today not many were in attendance perhaps not everyone was as serious as I am two weeks to exams. With a close friend I left to study.

We walked in like everyone would and realizing the class wasn't near to fill we found a choice seat. We shared opinions on how scanty the Hall was, observed the persons and set out to do what we were there for. I browsed through the chosen pdf and I started writing each after the comprehension of a paragraph. It was smooth and I enjoyed it while it lasted, not until 2:43 and my eyes started to talk; my brain and muscles felt same but my person wanted something and if these wouldn't be in company then I would do it alone. It happened. I fell asleep with my phone on my palm, my head on my scribled ink filled note against my will only to wake up at 4am and realize how I had fallen asleep and the only question that lingered was where is my phone? perhaps I had slipped it into my bag but it wasn't there but where could it be? oh! my friend may be with it but she slept before I did. Regardless, I tapped her and as if she knew beforehand she got the message immediately and panicked. It was only two weeks to exams that needed detailed answers. My dad had just finished paying off the debt this phone came with, how do I tell them I had it no more. It was a time when I had more than I wanted to lose what would happen to all the self help books ranging from how to make eye contacts all the novels not just novels but timeless ones all the faith based books that taught me to be a water walker; my notes; my diaries; my limited and rare pictures; my music playlist; all these and more which I didn't back up. I couldn’t find the courage to cry. ‘I wasn't defeated’ I thought to myself, my phone wasn't lost infact I was near to finding it. Time passed nothing known to me had happened. The phone was probably nothing near to close. I found my eyes looking at the entrance I had walked in gracefully from unaware that I wouldn't be going back leaving without my phone, that was when I realized there had been someone a boy, a dark one probably our kind; a student. He had only a torch with him, no book or perhaps there was one. I could now see it all; how he observed me and finding out I left consciousness quietly tiptoed to my chair slightly and carefully unengaging my phone from my palms and left through the same entrance I had walked in. I got to my room, lay down on the bed with my side staring into nothing with no courage to cry and nothing to say. Today's dawn came with dusk. And I wasn’t ready for Dusk.


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