Daras project

CHAPTER 1— Arrival at Idero The boat rocked gently beneath them as fog gathered like smoke on the water. Dara sat at the edge, clutching his backpack with both arms, eyes fixed on the shoreline that slowly appeared through the grey. The island looked asleep. Trees stood tall and still, like watchers waiting for someone to wake them. "Almost there," Mr. Bayo said, though he didn’t sound excited. He sat beside Mrs. Ada, who hadn't spoken in hours. Her hands were tight around a red Bible, lips moving silently. Dara wondered if she was praying or just pretending to be. He didn’t want to ask. After all, they were all pretending something. The past month had been a blur — the sudden move, the rushed goodbyes, the strange decision to relocate to some “peaceful” island nobody had ever heard of. Mr. Bayo said it was for "healing," a place to start over after everything that happened. But Dara didn’t believe in fresh starts anymore. Not since the fire. He look...

🎓 My Experience at The Polytechnic, Ibadan Becoming a student at The Polytechnic, Ibadan was like stepping into a new chapter of my life — one filled with curiosity, challenge, and growth. I remember the day I got my admission; it felt like I had taken my first real step toward becoming the person I’ve always wanted to be. At first, everything felt overwhelming — the buildings were big, the crowd was large, and I questioned if I’d ever really belong there. But slowly, things started to fall into place. I found classmates who became close friends, and lecturers who didn’t just teach from textbooks, but challenged us to think for ourselves. I won’t pretend every day was easy — there were days when I doubted myself, missed home, or felt like giving up. But something kept me going. Maybe it was the dream, maybe it was my family’s sacrifices, or maybe it was the fire in me that refused to quit. One thing I loved most was the freedom — freedom to be myself, to express my ideas, to meet peop...

--- 📘 1. Title Page     <center>   # **Pages from Samuel**   *A Personal Journey by Ogungbade Samuel Oluwadarasimi*   </center>      💌 2. Dedication Page Dedication   To my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Ogungbade — for their strength, sacrifices, and unconditional love. To my brother, Emmanuel — for being more than just a big brother. You are my friend and guide. To all my friends — those I’ve named and those I’ve forgotten to mention — you are part of my journey, and your impact lives in these pages. And to anyone who feels unseen, unheard, or uncertain — this story is a reminder that your voice matters, and your story deserves to be told. --- --- 📘 Autobiography of Ogungbade Samuel Oluwadarasimi --- 📖 Chapter 1: The Boy from Alexander My name is Ogungbade Samuel Oluwadarasimi. everyone calls me Dara. Not Samuel, not Oluwadarasimi — just Dara. It’s short, simple, and somehow, it feels more like me. I was bo...

. There's no way to prove anyone else is ConsciOUs except you. (Everyone could just be really advanced NPCs) ... Every scar on your body is a time your skin couldn't protect you. (Each one tells a story of damage you couldn't undo.) ..One day, someone wil Say yoUr name for the last time ever. (And no one will even realize it was the last time.) ... Your body starts dying 4 minutes after yOU stop breathing but your brain stays alive longer. (Which means... you mighfeel yourself dying.) .... You'Il never know the exact moment you fall asleep. (One second you're awake and then time skips.)  ..... Youll never see your Own face in real life. (Only in reflections, photos, or videos all of which are slightly disturbing) ..... Your brain can create fake memories and you'll swear they're real. (That childhood moment you clearly remember? It might've never happened.) ..... Your body can be alive., but your brain dead. (You could be blinking, breathing, and technic...