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Letters Never Written To My Father

Hello, how you doing my guy. I know we only talk when am broke and I saw it fit to break the monotony. You sent me here, so as to pursue what you thought I liked best. Things have changed and I do not know whats my purpose at the varsity any more.

Firstly, these girls are making me run mad. Your only son is madly in love with more than one girl and I dont know who will come home when it is time to surrender fifty virgin cows in the form of dowry. They are all promising, beautiful and I also tend to think they are all smart. Some dont want love, but they have very lucrative deals to offer. Dad imagine, having sex with no strings attatched! Others have turned my house to a counselling centre, when they have issues with their campus husbands they lie to me with casual sex so that I can offer them what they call words of wisdom. Dad, your son is King Solomon! Is that not a reason enough to start planning for my graduation early?

You know that I don't do drugs right? Just let it remain that way, for they say what you do not know won't hurt you. Iam not trying to imply that I do hard drugs like coccaine, heroine or any other no, I just find pleasure in frying my liver with overseas malt. I am a regular at the watering den, mostly Thursdays when I have no classes to worry about. And at the watering joint, other things happen, your son has becoming a sponsor at this tender age. The bartender smiles when he sees me walk in, he knows quite well that some two eight hundred shillings at a minimum will hug his pocket, he also knows that some drunk slayqueen will find a place to vomit when morning comes.

Are you surprised? Don't tell me you never did this in your days. Do you know of Sportpesa and BetIn? In case you don't, those are the leading charity organizations in campus, and I am proud to say that I am an active member and sometime they reward me for the loyalty wit some few thousands. But this world cup season, things are not going as planned and if they don't change this coming week, be prepared for some shocking news. One day if the loyalty bonuses come as they normally do, I will send you some dollars at least you go out with your boys on a saturday evening and enjoy the night away.

As you can see, all is not lost. Only that my first year results are out, and the 80s and 90s I used to get in Highschool have been mixed with mecury, and cannot be seen clearly, even writing essays has proved to be a problem and my marks have disappeared in thin air like Euro bond one and if nothing is done, I will be here for a very long time, learning on how to look for missing marks.

Remember Victor my roommate? Yes, the tall guy who was with me in the same highschool , that boy is a fraud, imagine he added seven thousand to his semester fee, he also lied that they will be having a trip to Mombasa and they are required to pay 10, 000 for accommodation. All those are lies, I know I also told you the same, yes I lied, it was peer pressure I believe. We just wanted to go for a roadtrip and the money you people avail can only act as pocket change. To avoid such, from next semester, I think it will only be good if you pay the fee directly to the school account, and double what you send me per week.

We have hit the stone rolling and the varsity finance department expect us to pay four thousand so as we could get access to the student online portal, where all our records are kept.

Dad, all is not lost, In fact Iam doing better than most of the varsity students. I go to church after lying hoping that God will understand that ujana ni moshi, and all these wont last forever.
Your, loving son.

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