Chapter 5. Orion

If I didn’t know better, I would have thought I stood in the middle of the third world war; neither side was ready to surrender. It looked as it did the first time I stepped in here after my maths class two weeks ago. Absolute chaos. Yes, you read that right. I had survived my first two weeks on campus. Not like I could run home screaming anyway, my home was far away now with comfort.

“Madam, I want jollof rice. Give me sharp, sharp!” 

“This one na meat, abi na ment?” A stout-looking guy growled, holding up a plate of food. “Man, no fit die of hunger now!” 

I turned at the sound of the piercing feminine voice to find a tall, curvy girl with an expensive weave and black bodycon dress. I looked down at my jeans and T-shirt. When it comes to matters of the stomach, appearances don’t matter. I didn’t realise I was staring until our gazes clashed. 

“E be like say I dey follow you talk?” She snapped in my direction. My eyes widened as I looked behind