Growing up and going trough primary school, my dream was to go to university, in fact Nairobi University. I had this perception of all the fine girls you meet in town were from university of Nairobi. But after working hard and being called to Campus, I no longer have the zeal to be there, all the zest was like some hot air that with no time carried up and returned down when it gets cool.
In my first week in campus, to be precise on my first Friday at the institution, my roommate calls to inform me that he will be having a friendly match with a girl he had met earlier that day. Still a rookie, I have no friends to go to and help wish the night away. I opt to go to a nearby local where i buy some drinks to intoxicate myself. The club did not live upto my expectations. I had this wild thought of girls dancing naked in campus and performing most of the erotic dances to anyone who helps them get intoxicated, to my utter surprise, the ladies themselves were not insight, the pub was a den of men drinking some cheap liquor being served from a metallic tank. In fact, I was the only one taking labelled liquor.
At the onset of dawn, i took the road for the lonely staggering walk back to the hostel, and on reaching I found the idiot, my roomie, wanking, making noise to scare neighbours that he was busy signing in somewhere.
On another instance, after the days lectures, I retired back to my room to have some rest and replenish. Only to get in the middle of cooking then the coil blows and I was left to eat half cooked food and if that was not enough, my friends pop in claiming that they are hungry and they dont mind having the half cooked food
Three months later, Almost finishing my first semester, I decide now to talk to the opposite sex with the aim of getting them lower their pants for some memorable jamsession. One lady in particular had caught my eye and so i took her out, read invest on her, hoping for better returns at the end of the day, After spending eight hundered shillings on four cans of guarana and two hundred on transport to and fro, when it came to the main event of the day, the lady claimed that she was experiencing her periods and it was only good if left her sleep in peace
Continous assesment tests start flowing from all corners of the lecture hall, classes are full to the bream and seating becomes for the early worms, after weeks of burning the midnight oil, reading through all the pages and between all the lines, visiting the library hoping that the exams will reflect what you have learnt only for the lecturer to give an application out of nowhere and the only option you have is to google because even the 'mwakenya' you had prepared for back up is now irrelevant.
After the CATS, its time for exams, now Iam familiar with all the drills, like sitting at the front to avoid suspicion, recording while reciting your notes, so that when you go to the exam room your work is to press play and let your pen do the magic. I come out from every exam paper first, and in most cases smiling, but when the results come out, its the other way round, i lead from the back.
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