“Night Class and the Mystery of the Sleep That Came With No Warning”*  

Hi! I’m Chimdimma 🥰,your becoming journalist, and today, I want to tell you about a night I’ll never forget—the night I went for night class and ended up fighting for my life... against “sleep”.

It all started around 9:30 p.m. Exam was close. The air was tense. Everybody was shouting, “I must read! I must finish this course today!”  

Me too, I joined.  😁

I got my materials. Carried my big note. Bought cabin biscuits and Pure Bliss like I was going to war. I even wore my “serious” glasses for extra motivation.

By 10 p.m., I entered the reading room.

At first, everything was going fine. I opened my book, highlighted the heading “Mass Media and Society,” and read the first paragraph.  

“Mass media refers to a diverse array of media technologies that reach a large audience…”  

Simple.

I moved to the second paragraph…  

Then boom—sleep landed like a thief in the night.

It started small: eyes blinking slowly, head nodding.🥺

 I told myself, “Let me close my eyes for two minutes, then I’ll continue.”  

Just two minutes o.

Next thing I knew, I opened my eyes and the sun was out.  

People had left. Cleaner was sweeping. I was still holding my biro.

I had slept from 10:40 p.m. till 6 a.m., in the reading room, like a statue.

To make matters worse, someone snapped me and put it on status with the caption:  

“When you came to read, but life hits you hard.”

Till today, I don’t know what pain me pass—the fact that I didn’t read a single line, or that I became a meme.

Moral of the story?  

Night class is not for everybody. If you’ve been dodging sleep all day, it will find you in that reading room. And it will disgrace you.

Next time, I’ll read in my room.  

If sleep wants to hold me, at least let me be lying down in Peace 😅