The 5th floor

I remember that day and shudder.


I have had a previous encounter with depression but I was over it and looking forward to a new life in my new location. Depression was a thing of the past!

Or so I thought. Until i was blind sided by the devil himself. I didn't see it coming. There was nothing so spectacular about the day - I went to school dressed up in a flowing Ankara skirt because it was ethnic day. I kinda felt slighted that the most of the rest of the guys didn't dress up but o well, that isn't news. Anyways, so at the end of the day we decided to 'show face' at the stand and we had a bit of fun buying pepper soup and gisting. We ended up visiting the indian stand and I had a nice bite of chicken sauce and some nice not-naan-bread-that-starts-with-p... We were going back to the Nigerian stand so I could hear some loud nigerian music before I called it a day only to change my mind mid stride and wheel around. No prior thought - one minute I was going to the stand, the next minute I was sure I wasn't going, back to my room!

Home! And I couldn't even be bothered - if not that my skirt was dying to free itself from my waist I might have curled up in bed with it. Next thing, lights out - all unplanned. Then my mind starts wandering and an evil thought comes to mind - it's only the 5th floor, you can do it!

4 hours later, I was still in bed struggling with my thoughts and inaction until my favorite person in the world calls. I think that was the first step to me snapping out of it!


God help us all!