Short-term relationship with my hankie

Today, I lost my handkerchief in class. Again. It's probably the fifth time this semester, and it really gets me down. Here in Nigeria, the climate is hot and unforgiving. Walking around without a handkerchief during these times makes you feel like a faucet, just dripping water constantly. It's a simple yet essential item that I can't seem to hold onto.

It's frustrating to think about all the times I've had to go out and buy a new one. I always console myself with the hope that I'll find some extra money tomorrow to purchase a replacement. But then, when I stop to consider all the money I've spent on handkerchiefs, I realize that I could have built a mansion by now.

The frequency of losing my handkerchiefs is both comical and disheartening. Hopefully, tomorrow will bring better luck, and I'll be able to secure a new one without losing it so quickly. Can't help but shake my head at the absurdity of my luck with handkerchiefs!