How My First True Love Story Ended
Myself 🤨 The day had been long and stressful. I got back to the hostel at 6 p.m., weary from lectures. Suleiman Hall in ABU Zaria is often congested in the evenings with students trudging to their rooms, mosque, or toilet. I can't remember the date, but the hostel was as noisy as usual when I entered. The noise level was high, with music blaring from some rooms and laughter and conversation echoing down the corridors. My room was on the second floor of block F4, but that day I chose to go to my friend's room, which is on the ground floor to perform ablution and pray the Maghrib Prayer. When I walked into the room, all of the kettles were taken. I had to wait for someone before I prayed. My phone rang as I was waiting for my turn. I answered the phone, and an unknown woman's voice on the other end greeted me. "Please, is this Adamu?" she inquired. "Yes, who is this?" I replied quickly. She went on to say that her friend gave her my phone numb...