The strike was unending.
Three months had passed since the commencement of the strike and the federal ministry of education showed no signs of giving in to the demands of ASUU and therefore, ASUU made no moves to call the strike off.
I hadn't opened up my books in those months and I had added Tiktok to my distraction cabinet.
I had begged my dad to let me find work in a fuel station or a restaurant but he had refused, telling me that I didn't need to earn money while he was still alive and able to provide for me.
I took his decision half-heartedly and proceeded to beg him to teach me how to drive or at least, take me to a driving school, and to my astonishment, he agreed and told me that he would talk to the owner of the driving school not too far from our house.
"Daddy, have you talked to him yet? I can't wait to start my driving lessons?" I asked excitedly, a day after he promised to enroll me in driving classes.