conundrum (first part)

worries

The day's sun was scorching, and Bolu had concocted numerous insults in her mind for the lecturer. Couldn't he see that they were all tired? More than half the class was sleeping, and the remaining were like zombies, probably not paying attention to a word the man was saying – her included. Her friends were all gossiping, but she wasn't really in the mood. She had a lot on her mind, wishing she was through with school, already working, and earning a decent income. She was always broke, and even though her parents were trying their best, it wasn't always enough for her upkeep. She hated stressing them more, knowing how much they toiled to provide their basic needs.

She'd been asking her friends who ushered at parties to link her up with job opportunities, but it was always one excuse or the other. They claimed they were the last to be called for jobs and only got gigs when one of the official ushers was indisposed. Bolu had wasted money on online Ponzi schemes and had become skeptical about many things online. Her phone was old and kept giving her issues, often hanging up unexpectedly. Sometimes she wished she had the courage her friends had – asking men for financial help. However, her tongue got tied whenever she had the opportunity, and she hated feeling indebted to people.

"And that's all for today, good day class." The lecturer's words were a welcome relief. "Oh, thank God he's done," Bolu thought, hurriedly picking up her bag. She couldn't wait to get home.