Diary of a college dork

Meet S, a Confused Young Fellow in Love S was a regular Nigerian guy—confident when he needed to be but hopelessly awkward when it came to matters of the heart. The issue wasn’t that he couldn’t fall in love; it was that he overthought everything. So when he found himself captivated by K, a soft-spoken girl with a laugh that could light up a room, S decided to put his feelings into words. He wrote her a love letter.   K wasn’t someone S was particularly close to, but there was something about her that left him tongue-tied and breathless every time she passed by. After weeks of overanalyzing and relentless teasing from his friends, he finally mustered the courage to write the letter.   It wasn’t easy. S wasn’t exactly a poet, but he poured his heart into every word, confident that K would understand how he felt. “She’ll feel this one,” he said to himself as he folded the paper, a satisfied smile on his face. But doubt crept in just as quickly as the ink had dried. What if it so...

 What Would You Give to Be a Fresher Again?   It feels like just yesterday when I stepped onto the campus of Chrisland University, a naive but eager fresher with a head full of dreams. There’s a magic in those first days, a sense of hope and possibility that comes with being on the cusp of something new. The air feels lighter, fresher, as though the universe is offering you a clean slate to etch your story.   I remember the wide-eyed innocence we all carried, coupled with the pride of finally making it into university. The thrill of introducing myself during orientation, the awkward attempts at making friends, and the pure joy of wearing the prestigious Chrisland badge for the first time every moment seemed to shimmer with promise.   But with that innocence came the mistakes, those naïve blunders that make you wince in hindsight but also smile fondly. I remember spending an entire month overdressing for lectures, thinking it would impress people. Or staying up all ni...

 The Day We Took T’s Ram to the Fight  Hey dorks, it"s another session and we"re b ack again. or rather I am back again with my memories,whimsical romance sections and hilarious memes.  It's funny how the memories of our teenage escapades linger, as if wrapped in a soft layer of nostalgia. Back in secondary school, life in our suburban corner of Lagos was a whirlwind of laughter, mischief, and the occasional absurdity—like the time we decided to take T’s dad’s Ileya ram to a ramfighting competition. Spoiler alert: it didn’t go as planned, but oh, what a story it turned out to be! It was one of those typical afternoons when the sun hung lazily in the sky, casting long shadows on our street. My friend E and I had just wrapped up another day of school, our brains swimming in equations and essays that felt worlds away from the chaos that awaited us outside those gates. E's house was my second home, a place where we’d kick back, share jokes, and strategize our next big adv...

 Hi guys, and welcome to naijacollegedork romance. few days prior to this, I received a random email, my eyes widened as I perused it and they kept getting wider. today for the first time I will be tendering a reader's downhill love travails  on our platform.  Enjoy. Dear naijacollegedork, I never imagined I would be writing to you, but I feel so lost and confused that I don't know where else to turn. I'm in university and in a relationship that feels like a never-ending nightmare. My boyfriend, G, is older and, on the surface, seems perfect—mature, responsible,stable and focused on his studies. . But beneath this exterior lies a deep flaw that is destroying our relationship. G doesn’t joke or take things lightly, ever. When we first started dating, his maturity was one of the things that attracted me to him. I thought I had found someone who would take our relationship seriously and provide stability. But now, his seriousness is suffocating. He never laughs or finds joy ...

 Hey guys. Now we’re going to veer off a bit off the regular romance and comedy and interviews to do a one-off special.   It's not the usual path,  but hey,  who says creativity needs to be confined.  Today,  we're diving headfirst into... my poetry!  Buckle up,  because this isn’t the usual blog fare. I love penning down feelings other than blurting them out, and the feelings can be anything; growing old, being cold, even the good old mold on bread. You saw what I did there? 🐸.  Without much dillydallying, let’s proceed.  MEADOWS by Olajuwon olaleye  One day, our smiles will leave our faces One day, we will stare with empty gazes With the absence of familiar faces, Leaving us to fix our longing gazes Right where the cattle grazes.  Life with a smile by Olaleye Olajuwon  From the high grounds to the lowlands I have never had a mediocre encounter Approach life with a smile,don’t engage in the banter  Your demons ...

Welcome back to NaijaCollegeDork Romance. Last time, we left off with me caught in the emotional whirlwind with Oo. But things took a turn when I met K. It all started with a glance across the room. K"s smile was like sunshine, and I couldn't resist the urge to talk to her. But my approach wasn't smooth; I stumbled over my words and probably came off as more of a flirt than I intended. Despite my initial charm, I struggled to maintain a genuine connection with K. She noticed my inconsistency and lack of depth, calling me out on my behavior. For instance, there was a time when she was going through a tough time with her family, and instead of being there for her, I brushed it off with a joke and changed the subject. Our relationship felt like one of Bnxn"s tunes: upbeat and catchy on the surface, but with deeper layers of emotion and struggle underneath. There were moments of joy and laughter, but also moments of doubt and confusion. Our relationship was a rollercoaste...