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An open letter to prof Kosgei

Mr. Prof, first i would like to congratulate you for your newly acquired status. Its never easy getting to the helm of any large institution, and Moi university was no exception. Work has to continue, prof Laban did much as the acting VC and that's why most of us feel that he was short changed but lets hope you will fill in his shoes.

Firstly, the ongoing gate construction has been long over due, Hope this will be your number one agenda in making Moi University great again. As much as we appreciate Prof. Laban's effort to uplift the facial outlook of the university, this has been going at a snail's pace and with the rains now here, the institution can be easily passed for a construction site.

Comrades also have on their wish list the renovations of lecture halls, some have been reduced to structures with ancient roofings. A quick good example is the lecture theatres 1, 2 and 3. Not only are the seats in a poor condition but also the blackboards windows and even the doors. It is sad, I know you feel me.

Thirdly, this is a humble request from me. It is high time some rules are reviewed, they tend to limit on the potential of comrades. One is the ten to ten rule, which states that members of the opposite sex are barred from those hostels immediately the clock hits ten in the night and are only allowed back ten in the morning. With this cold Mr. Prof, this rule makes it hard for a comrade  to get warmth as it is written in the book of Ecclesiastics. How can a comrade keep warm by himself?

The missing marks craze is another issue that should be addressed soon if not now. Imagine attending classes for four months, with this unbearable weather conditions in this side of the Rift, doing all the CATS and even being present for the main exams only for a lecturer who came to class thrice and left a library of handouts to misplace your script and shamelessly award you incomplete marks. It is not only bad in the eyes of man but also in those of the Supreme Deity.

The hostels should be renovated as fast as possible, if the varsity still has hopes of raking some thousands in the accommodation department. The lavatories should be modernised, water supply should not be rationed for God's sake! We have a river passing in the institution, we also have a water recycling plant. So why should the water supply be controlled? The electricity supplied should be compatible with the coil system. Oh hail the coil.

Cooking in hostels should be encouraged, eating fresh farm produce that has embraced coil temperature has been proven to make comrades perform better in class and under the sheets.

I know you have heard the term micro comrades. These micro organisms have proved to deny comrades the joy of their accommodation fees. Imagine a comrade busy oscillating his chebukati in a newly discovered ballot box then boom! Bites from a blood thirsty arachnid that can only afford two body parts cuts the journey to Canaan.

Mr. Prof, trust me, if you put what I have stated in mind then you will be a darling to the comrades. But before my ink dries, do not forget to bring world class events at the varsity. I repeat world class events!

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