Every morning I'd ask myself, what’s the essence? Maybe this way I'd find answers but not this morning. No questions, no answers. With the sun rays filtering across my bed, I knew I had over slept again. I stretched and picked my phone to check the time. Abari would be in class in 30 minutes and yet again, I had a silly reason for being late. "The key to hard work is discipline, learn it!" he'd say later to me in his office. Friday mornings were usually sleep ins for me but ever since Abari added Fridays to his lecture days, I’ve been unfairly robbed of that. It’s been only a year and I'm already in the web of a lecturer's net - at least that's how I view it. My first meeting with Abari baffled me. I would never imagine it and still don't see its essence. I mean, why would a lecturer develop interest in me? I was talking with Emeka while playing my game of temple run at the faculty love garden when the course rep walked up. "Mr. A
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