I came out of the disciplinary room more confused than before. From the point I made that decision up till now, I still don’t know if I have done the right thing, even when the disciplinary committee was having my fate being decided, the same question kept haunting me. The truth is at that point I made that decision, I felt that was the best thing to do, but after my fate had been decided, it felt like I made a totally wrong choice.
I remember vividly that morning, as my roommate and I got dressed for the examination we had and took a drop to the faculty as there is no taxi that plies that road from our apartment. We entered the faculty, filled with confidence and went straight into the examination room. Barely had we settled in, than our examiner arrived; he is a man of high discipline and funny as it may sound, he doesn’t re-arrange the student’s seats during his exam, but you dare not cheat. “He doesn’t look like he is in a good mood this morning” I thought to myself. My roommate and I sat close to each other and a look of joy swept across our faces as we got the question paper.
Morenikeji is my best friend, even better, she’s like my sister. All my life, till I met her, I never understood the definition of friendship. Once, I thought I did when I had this cute friend of mine in secondary school, we used to move around together and engage in trivial chitchats but that was about it. In January 2012, when I got into the premier university of Ibadan, I discovered true friendship. The funny part of our story is, we didn’t start as friends instead we were close to enemies. As fate would have it, we were both faced with accommodation problem in our second year in school, and were forced to stay together as roommates, in a rented apartment.
Weeks went by, and then months and we grew together spiritually, morally and most importantly, academically. We both wake up very early in the morning for morning devotion, we study the bible together and I even went to the extent of leaving my fellowship for hers just because I want us to share everything. My parents love her dearly, especially my siblings and to her parents on the other hand, I am like a daughter to them. Her mum would say every time she sees me “you are the second daughter I never gave birth to”. I feel loved, cherished and treasured around my best friend. Once, she sent me a text message that swept me off my feet;
“My mother prayed for a daughter but was blessed with two. I prayed for a good friend but God blessed me with a sister. You are my blessing”. She is the only person I have grown to trust, the one person who is always there for me in troubling times and vice versa; we celebrate our progress in oneness. We have gotten the award as best friends for two years now, both at the faculty and department.
How then can I throw all of this away? Is it possible for me not to be there for her at this crucial moment when she needs me? I wouldn’t deny I did not know it was going to end this way but right now, I am not sure if I regret my action
Watch out for the second part next week to know what exactly led me into facing disciplinary actions