What the Hell did They Think of Themselves?

One very good day or should I say bad day? I was lying jejely on my bed reading Bret Ellis Easton's Less Than Zero when a friend stepped in and asked if I was interested in making avocado oil. We are growing our natural African woolly hair.  If you know about natural hair maintenance you'd know that oil is key to having not just beautiful but healthy hair and this oils are usually expensive.  So, there's the craze to always try out new things and just DIY. YouTube is always our friend and it urged us to make our own avocado oil. I was interested. I followed my friend to her room.

After much hard work and time invested,  we were able to produce two drops of avocado oil from 12 avocados I left for my room at about 8:15PM to get a can for my own drop. I unlocked the padlock and the staple fell off. Chineke! There was trouble. Someone or some people who were probably born by mistake, someone who unfortunately escaped being aborted had broken into my room. The room I occupied with three other girls. My clothes were out of my box. The wardrobes lock were broken, the doors were wide open. The whole room was upsidedown. I was mad. I walked into my corner, looked into my wardrobe and saw the tool they used in breaking everything and I regretted being in Nigeria instantly. If I was in the USA that tool would seal the thief's fate.  

Before I continue,  I have to apologize to my favourite person, the one after my heart for telling him bluntly that I didn't want to go to America when he jokingly suggested it. Darling, I'll travel to America with you over and over again. God bless America!

So, this idiots came to steal from me and my roommates, four broke ass girls.  They made away with two power banks and little amount of money. The odds were on our side though. People lose things like laptops, phones and huge sums of money and trust me when I hide my Money, You need the blood of the lamb to find it. My pain is why they took the #500 in my bag and the #300 in my roommate's purse but left the #60 naira in my bag,  #30 on my table and #10 in my roommate's purse.  What the hell?  You stole a hundred naira note!  Why the hell are you leaving the change?  You dey claim class?  You no dey thief change?  I just wonder what they did think of themselves.

PS: I am never making avocado oil myself. I totally respect whatever pricetag it carries.