The Diary Game [28/10/2025] // A Campus in Waiting – The Quiet Before the Storm of Students.

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The air in Uyo today was thick with a quiet kind of anticipation. It’s the strange, liminal space between holidays and real life, the final, silent days before the University of Uyo (Uniuyo) students come flooding back. The campus town feels empty, holding its breath for the chaos and energy that is to come. For me, this waiting isn't passive; it’s filled with purpose, a preparation for a different kind of new beginning.

My main task today was not in the lecture halls, but at home, preparing the brooding house for the new chicks arriving this Friday. This is my own personal "resumption," a shift in routine and responsibility. The feeling is hard to place—a mix of duty, hope, and a strange uncertainty. I don't know if I'm fully ready, but the work must be done.

The empty brooding house before cleaning, a blank slate waiting for new life.*
I started early, armed with a sturdy broom and a bucket of soapy water. The brooding house had been still for a while, and a fine layer of dust had settled on everything. The only sound was the scratch-scratch of the broom on the concrete floor as I swept out the old, making way for the new. Each stroke felt like a step towards readiness, both for the chicks and for the changed rhythm of life their arrival will bring.

The feeders and drinkers, lined up and waiting to be scrubbed clean.*
Next came the feeders and drinkers. I carried them outside, one by one, and scrubbed them meticulously. It’s a simple, repetitive task, but there’s a meditation in it. As I washed away the grime, my mind wandered. I thought about the students who will soon be filling the streets, their laughter and arguments replacing the current silence. I thought about my own responsibilities, balancing life at home with the energy of a university town coming back to life.

The clean, washed drinkers, gleaming in the sun, ready for fresh water.* By the time I was done, the brooding house smelled of soap and damp earth. The floor was clean, the feeders and drinkers were stacked neatly, waiting. Stepping back to look at the prepared space, the "I don't know" feeling was still there, but it was now mixed with a sense of accomplishment. The stage is set.

As evening falls, the quiet feels different—no longer empty, but pregnant with possibility. The students will resume, the chicks will arrive, and this quiet will be a distant memory. Until my next diary session guys, good night as I zoom off to bed.

All pictures are from my Redmie phone

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