People, friends, family, and so on. I miss my former life, I miss seeing blacks like myself, I miss rice and so on. I miss chicken, well I'm being weird right now, there's chicken in UAE (Chuckles).



"Heza please can we meet later?" I was on a call with Anwar.



"Alright where should we meet?" I said while solving an equation on the rough sheet before me.



"At El Batidor, the one close to the girls dorm" he said and I nodded with a pen in my mouth, though I know he is not here, I just like nodding.



"Alright El Batidor it is, I heard they make good pastries. They are also in Nigeria and they do online delivery too" I said.



"Wow I guess you know them better than I do" he said and I chuckled.



"I guess so" I laughed. A laugh that echoed through the room which only I myself stay in. I had to pay double because I love my privacy. I must say, I miss Taiwo, though we didn't see bef

I walked slowly down the hall, I was having a class at hall DC20 where I had introduction to chemistry. I already knew my class very well, thanks to Anwar who showed me around.



I entered into the big class, and I was met with a whole lot of people. black, white, Asian and so on. This looked beautiful to the eyes. I took a sit with a girl who smiled at me cheerfully, she looked Asian.



"Hello" I greeted and she smiled. I focused my attention on the screen which was before me. It had 'welcome to EU' Engrossed on it.



"Nice" I mumbled. The lecturer walked in with a scowl on his face. He looked like a person who had just lost his wife. He looked in his early fifties but with the spectacles you would think he is over hundred.



"Good morning student of EU" he greeted. His accent could swipe a person of its feet. It sounded amazing.



"I am Mr Akash Gorodia and I am your chemistry 101

It has been a month since the death of tariq who was buried according to the rights of islam.



I stood on the stairs of the hostel, breathing in its air for the last time. My next stop was going to be Dubai. My dad has decided that I leave PHU for good.



The thought of sufy still lingeres in my mind, I don't know what to do. I asked my dad to find out where he was and my dad was told that he was released which baffled me. He was released but he didn't come to look for me which was weird for a person who took a murder blame for me.



"Did you pack everything?" my dad said as soon as I stood before him with my bags. "Yeah I did" I responded. "Has saafa Arrived?" I asked my dad while taking a seat at the back of his generation Mercedes Benz along with him. Saafa had traveled to Sudan to stay with her aunty, she needed space from all that had happened in her life. I actually don't blame

People, friends, family, and so on. I miss my former life, I miss seeing blacks like myself, I miss rice and so on. I miss chicken, well I'm being weird right now, there's chicken in UAE (Chuckles).



"Heza please can we meet later?" I was on a call with Anwar.



"Alright where should we meet?" I said while solving an equation on the rough sheet before me.



"At El Batidor, the one close to the girls dorm" he said and I nodded with a pen in my mouth, though I know he is not here, I just like nodding.



"Alright El Batidor it is, I heard they make good pastries. They are also in Nigeria and they do online delivery too" I said.



"Wow I guess you know them better than I do" he said and I chuckled.



"I guess so" I laughed. A laugh that echoed through the room which only I myself stay in. I had to pay double because I love my privacy. I must say, I miss Taiwo, though we didn't see before I left.



"When should we meet?" I asked. I felt hungry.



"Right now" he said.

"Okay let me 

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