22/02/2025
How My Roommate Showed Me Pepper
When I first got to the university, I was excited about hostel life. I imagined having a roommate that would be like a sister. Someone I could gist with, share food with, and maybe even study together. But I didn’t know I was about to enter one chance.
My roommate, Blessing, was the definition of wahala. At first, she acted nice. She would smile, ask me about my day, and even help me fetch water once in a while. I thought, “Ah, I’m lucky o! See better roommate.” But I didn’t know that was just the first episode of the movie.
The first problem started small. She would wear my slippers without asking. One day, I woke up and couldn’t find them. I searched everywhere, only to see them neatly placed beside her own bed. I asked her, “Blessing, did you take my slippers?” She just laughed and said, “Ah, I thought we were sharing things na.” I brushed it off.
Then came the food wahala. One evening, I cooked a small pot of jollof rice. I was so happy because I had been craving it for days. I dished my food, kept it on the table, and stepped outside to get water. By the time I came back, my plate was almost empty. I looked at Blessing, and she was there, licking her fingers.
“Blessing, you ate my food?” I asked.
She smiled. “Babe, I was just tasting it. You know I love your cooking.”
Tasting? Half of my food was gone! But I didn’t want trouble, so I swallowed my anger.
The real madness started when she turned our room into a club. Every night, her friends would come over, and they would gist, laugh, and play loud music till 2 AM. It didn’t matter if I had an early morning class. I would beg her to lower the volume, and she would say, “Just small enjoyment, na. You too dey stress.”
The worst part? She never cleaned. Our room was always upside down because of her scattered clothes, plates, and makeup items. I was the one always sweeping, arranging, and washing the bathroom. One day, I decided not to clean and see what would happen. My sister, we lived in a pigsty for two weeks! Flies started holding meetings inside our room.
But the final straw happened one Sunday morning. I had washed my white shirt and spread it on the balcony. I needed it for a presentation the next day. By evening, I checked, and it was missing. I searched everywhere, only to see Blessing wearing it with jeans, heading out.
I stopped her. “Blessing, that’s my shirt.”
She waved her hand. “I just borrowed it. I’ll return it.”
That was it. That was the moment I knew I had to run for my life.
That week, I went straight to the hostel warden and begged for a room change. When they finally approved it, I packed my things in one night and left without looking back.
Roommates can either be a blessing or a serious prayer point. Me, I suffered. But at least now I know—never trust a smiling roommate.
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