By Abidiesin Rohsheedah
For those that are at home, they can say home is the best place to be. Yet for somebody like me who stays during the holiday, we can just console ourselves with the fact that we are no longer youngsters. So comfort zones, the ones we used to know, are not in most cases comfort zones. We need to get used to being away from family at times. Fact but not always.
Like the regular days, every student of Usmanu Danfodiyo University Sokoto has experienced in the pursuit of their faraway dreams, nothing has transited, except for the fact that the school stirs have been paused temporarily.
For most students who have gone through academic stress, holidays are the happiest moment for them. As work, no play truly makes the Danfodites’ Jack a dull boy. But cease to those of us who refuse to go home for the holiday, it’s time to play. Short time though.
The rate at which students were thrilled to travel down to their respective hometowns is second to none. To them, home is a haven, where you will be free from a lot of stress. Well, I’m much of their mind, heaven happens in comfort zones.
With heavy bags on their heads, thousands of students left the school, just like they won’t come back. “Who will tell these people there is a second semester?” I had thought inwardly when friends and folks were traveling home for the holiday.
To some of us who don’t buy the idea of going home every semester, see the avenue to sleep, read, and enjoy what school looks like when there are no lectures. The sound of rain slapping against the windows is one of the best feelings for someone like me who has not experienced rain in a long time.
As the water hits the window and walls rather than the roof. The rain became intense and the sound against the window grew loud, like pebbles being flung against the glass. The rain stopped and the window panes were still cloudy, one would think that those students who went home are the reason why rain has not fallen in months.
Apart from the fact that the school is scanty, School is on hold but our lecturers are working, everything is still the same and more peaceful than before. How can I forget to talk about the popular Morocco chairs –which beg for mercy in the night when the school is in session– placed at strategic angles on campus? Like the graveyard intermittently patronized, all now seem deserted like half-conscious Python. The Morocco ground also seems to be not functioning.
Despite the pleasure I take staying in school during my first semester holiday, I still detest the fact that you have to be extra careful, you don’t stay out late, stealing becomes rampant, and thieves see that as a thruway to steal students’ belongings.
Life in school during holidays can both be fun and dangerous. You have the chance to explore, build yourself, and as well take caution as it might be dangerous.