Diary of a college dork

  It’s always hard to let go until you finally do, and then it’s somehow the easiest thing ever.  I have to close this chapter the right way and move on, because; the Naijacollegedork blog has been my brainchild, my refuge, my outlet, my place to make sense of a world that often felt too heavy to carry alone. Back in my fresher days, I never felt understood. I still feel alone sometimes, but it no longer feels foreign. More like a passing shadow compared to the crushing weight I once carried.  The Naijacollegedork blog made the unbearable feel bearable. It made me feel less alone in a time when I always felt alone. I still feel that way sometimes, but it no longer feels foreign. It feels temporary. Writing here gave me a place to exist and express myself without pretending. A place to speak honestly and still be understood. So many inspirations have touched my life, and if sharing some of them here made even one person out  of our over 7000 readers laugh, think, or f...

Meet S, a Confused Young Fellow in Love (Finale)   🎵  Now Playing:   Love language - Connor price  / Falling-Lojay. The letter had sparked more conversations than S ever imagined. By the time the dust settled, S had convinced himself that choosing Y. The confident, carefree girl who seemed to want him was the best decision.   For a while, it felt right. Y was fun, always down for a laugh, and nothing ever felt too serious with her. But as the weeks passed, S began to notice the gaps the awkward silences, the forced conversations. Every time he tried to open up, Y would change the subject or brush him off.   One evening, while scrolling through his messages, he realized something: the person he always wanted to text first wasn’t Y, it was Preye.   He’d convinced himself that pushing Preye away was the right thing to do, but now he knew better — it had always been her. Still, S buried those feelings. It didn’t matter now. Preye was distant, and Y even w...

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...

Time has this uncanny ability to slip through our fingers like sand, doesn't it? It's been eons since my last blog post, and oh, how the world has spun in that time. Theories were tested, boundaries were broken, and I've found myself on a rollercoaster ride through the complexities of teenage and young adult life. Let's start with the university grind. Balancing academics, social life, and personal well-being is a lot. Choosing what to eat can feel like a monumental decision in itself, not to trivialize anyone's experience. But hey, that's the whole model of our blog, right? So, let's dive in. Finding that elusive balance in university life is key to making the most out of it. Maximizing the measly 24 hours we're given (seriously, can we get an upgrade on that?) is a daily struggle, and I've learned this the hard way. The best advice I can offer is to just do it and make every moment count. Now, onto the lighter stuff. Late last year, I decided to gi...

  No matter where we are, good or sad memories must be made. This blog post will walk us through 10 of the funniest university experiences. University life may have its ups and downs. It's been a while, welcome back to naijacollegedork. Since humor is often what keeps people going, we aim to incorporate it into each and every one of our blog entries. If you're reading this, we hope that every image or piece of writing that leaves this blog will make you grin.Retighten your seatbelts as we embark on a funny journey through the funniest experiences we had while working in our ivory towers. 1. the typical eating procedure: J: My feeding schedule, which went something like this, was the predominant memory I have of my time in college.  BEGINNING OF SEMESTER: On a regular basis, jollof rice, chicken, and hollandia MID-SEMESTER FOODS: custard, cornflakes, and cookies SEMESTERS END: Garri triumphs.   2. handicapped anger  R:  My freshman year is in its first semester, ...

  It was through a mutual friend that I met her, a captivating girl named Oo. From the moment we connected, there was an undeniable spark that ignited between us. We laughed together, shared stories, and our conversations flowed effortlessly. Oo had a magnetic personality that drew me in. Her smile could light up a room, and her wit was razor-sharp. I was mesmerized by her charm and found myself falling deeper with each passing day. But as our connection grew, I couldn't help but notice a subtle shift in our dynamic. Oo came from a high-class background, and I began to feel like more of a "gist partner" than a potential partner. She seemed content with our light-hearted banter and casual companionship, while I longed for something more substantial. Caught in the crossroads of emotions, I found myself torn between pursuing a serious relationship with Oo or exploring the talking stage I had put on hold. The uncertainty gnawed at me, leaving me feeling vulnerable and questio...

Welcome, one and all. This is the long-promised and eagerly anticipated meme drop. This will be the first of many, and it can be seen as a valuable addition to our very few titbits and side quests 1. when attendance isn"t compulsory for a course. 2. university is most times a maze of academic confusion, don" t ask me about school send me money!   3. medical students in university can totally relate to this. 4. thank you unknown undergraduate student, your works are aptly remembered. 5.  preparing a PowerPoint presentation few hours to the deadline can make one jittery, and things like these happen   6.  the beginning of a semester can come with it"s baggage of assignments and most times the workload overlaps. 7.  then the dreaded deadlines and submission times, keeping undergrads walking on eggshells. 8. when your lecturer puts nothing up on the projector and thinks you"re seeing the slides. 9. problem is you'll still get called. 10. like the fear of failur...