Being broke was a normal thing for every university student so I found myself always managing the little allowance of five thousand Mom sent me every month. Most times dad wouldn't send any money for months. I had to cut my coat accordingly.

    I remember always dreading the beginning of new sessions when i would need to renew my rent and pay fees. It was always hard and it took dad forever to always send the money most times. 

Mom wasn't always buoyant at the end of the month due to the loan she had to keep paying the bank for three years and i understood with her because she had my grandmother to care for,she had a little girl staying with her whom she sent to a private school and the bills at the end of every month was much;sometimes i wonder how she does it because the money was barely enough for transportation alone in that expensive city. In the end dad would send the money but not after I've been left feeling helpless and sad,other times it will be mom to the rescue like a hero.

    In my final year in school i had had enough of all these troubles and living in the fear of being thrown out of the hostel due to inability to pay my rent fast and so I tried to look for ways to get the money. I had a job where I wrote for a journal online (wazobiajournal.com) but the adverts placements hadn't been going well for the blog for a while and I I wasn't paid for close to three months. As if that wasn't enough a guy I met on a social network who promised to help me turned out to be a pervert. He wanted me to sleep with him and he would give me one hundred and fifty thousand. He wasn't just talking about normal sex,he was talking about anal sex. While i listened to him talk about sex like he was talking about buying goods,he was like "so I will give you #150,000 for the total package" I felt disgusted with myself for haven given him my number and for being gullible enough to believe anyone would agree to help me without asking for something in return,he had kept calling for a few more days before he took my "No" for a No.

   The next week dad had sent me thirty thousand out of the one hundred and twenty thousand i needed for school.

It wasn't up to anything but I spoke with him and he said he doesn't have anything else and I should hold on a bit.

As if my grieve for the day wasn't over,UBA took five hundred from my account for no reason,my internet banking was showing the real amount but the alert showed otherwise. That was when i broke down and cried, releasing all my pent up emotions. When i was done crying,I decided to go to the bank to see what was going on.