CHAPTER 1

The year was 2022, on the month which supposedly had the most heat, but contrarily had been cold most of the time with light downpours of rain.  That year, the month of August had been full of surprises. The day had started as normally as any Saturday had before, even the usual power outage was on time. All that had been changed was Koth, a 21 year old, sitting on the bedside instead of being fast asleep, staring at the washed-colored paint on the wall of his room, seeming present but also absent minded. He had visible signs of not sleeping properly advertised by stress marks on his face and bags in his eyes. He had a few nightmares that night which kept him up and unable to sleep, most of which were him not being an accomplished human and few of him dying a meaningless death. He had been having those nightmares for days unending and had gotten fed up of them.

'Knock! Knock!' sounded the door drawing his consciousness back to reality.

"Who is it?" He asked rubbing his itching eyelids.

"Isn't it about time you woke up!?" his father yelled furiously "come out now it's time for morning devotion."

Koth had never liked the way he was spoken to in the early mornings by his Father, being 21 made it even worse of a feeling. But nothing he could do at the moment could change it, because he had to depend on him. This was due to a lot of circumstances, one being his ironic abundance in poverty, even this was not in his power to change. All he could do was grit his teeth and reply, "I'm coming."

He quickly grabbed a pair of trousers hung the night before and covered his hairy chest with his t-shirt, hurrying off to the sitting room...

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"Good morning" Moji greeted. Moji was like many others a course mate of Koth, who were in their second year of the university. Moji had been one of the few friends who stay by his side, at least he was one of the few Koth called friends. Moji was an average Yoruba guy without the Yoruba ascent, but was quite fluent in his language unlike Koth who was from the Igbo tribe but couldn't understand a thing.

"Good morning" Koth replied as they both walked down to their classroom.

"Did you hear?" Moji asked.

"Hear what?"

"Aren't you on the group chat?" Moji asked once more, shocked at his response.

"Which one of the group chat? Cus there's a lot of them on my phone." Koth replied which a stern look.

"The general group for the whole class." Moji said, "The one for both stream one and two."

"Oh I left that ages ago."

"Why?"

"There were a lot of messages with no useful information, so I left."

"Well you sure as well picked the wrong time to leave, you missed a lot, there was a fight and all that" Moji said with a smile. He had always been the type to enjoy trouble in paradise.

"Bro, that's not my problem right now." Koth said.

"And what is?" He asked.

"I'll tell you after class, we are already late for it."

"Then I guess we better hurry." Moji said with of them quickening their pace.