TULIANZA NA KASELFIE

I just cannot believe i am up this  late updating my blog that receives very many visitors or traffic which is approximately zero people in total. God give me a sign like DMX. I was also listening to Cha Tolle AFterhours show on Capital, will it ever come to a day that she will listen to me or read my blog. This world is unfair for real....arggg what a dream, i must be dreaming ati Chao reading my blog, what a joke?... sorry my readers i was dozing off, but lets get down to business...

Here is the second part of exam cheating case...i was in deep, hot, and smearing shit, yeah i know its slippery...

A bag on my hand, my answer sheet is missing and the teacher is coming towards my position at a supersonic speed. My heart has beaten many times in desperation moments, but in this case, it was ringing or sounding like an alarm. This teacher had given harsh warning prior to the start of the exam to anybody tempted to use unscrupulous methods of passing exams that severe consequences would follow. He had cautioned us against copying exam and the punishment amounted to cancellation of your exams and ex-communication from the institution. Poor vinnie who was the only college boy in the village, who collected funds for school from the village church, the chief, Chama Cha Wamama in the village, and tax collected by the chief from illegal liquor. Being sent away from school would mean being a disgrace to the entire village that boasted of taking a person to college, you would think they had taken me to the moon. At this moment, the teacher was approaching and his intention were clearly not good. He was a tough teacher to an extent that he did not require an assistance in monitoring the exam.

On the other hand, the lady i was trying to help was in full panic and she was sweating from her thumbs to her tits. Yes i could see her nipples based on the top she was wearing and when men look at ladies those are the first places that receive men's eye-contact. This lady was crazy,,, not even crazy, but mad, absolutely out of her mind. Imagine she was handing the answer sheet back in the full glare of the lecturer. Have you ever heard the reggae song that says, from a frying pan into burning fire, okay, that summarizes my situation. I was like meat in the mincer with hungry men and women glaring at it. The entire class went numb. I know they were sympathizing with me other than one guy i had his debt of 500 Kshs (i have never paid to date). I know he was praying the teacher to catch me, he had crossed his fingers based on the look on his grin.. did his prayers work..?imagine yes

"Just come with your bag with a good explanation why you are exchanging papers with this lady, and in possession of other materials in the exam room, immediately," the teacher said angrily. Now I am the sacrificial lamb, being crucified for my kind heart of helping. The beatitudes in the Bible says the kind in heart will...will..aaa forget it, whatever. I cannot imagine my education was ending just because i took a risk for a lazy person who never revised for exams and attended classes.  

MMMHHH being a drama student really helps because your intelligence is way above than that of Michael Gishangi. "Teacher, the bag fell from where it was hang, hit me, and i was returning it back. in the process, my answer sheet slid and now this lady was returning it back, teacher this is bag belongs to a lady, what the hell could be doing with it," i convinced him. Contented with my argument, the teacher turned back and continued supervising the exam..niliponea chupi chupi...did my friend's prayer work...imagine yes they did not (that is what i meant)

TULIANZA NA KA-SELFIE,, Fresha

By the way when i was a fresha, selfies were not invented; actually, very few phones had strong cameras. The one hit wonder phone idiot oops IDEOS had been introduced to the market and you could only afford it after receiving HELB, but ours had delayed (you see why demonstration over the loan wont end). Believe you me, men we are the same idiots that were tricked by Eve in the garden of Eden (if at all you ever came across Christianity in your upbringing). I also hear that they used a woman to capture our hero Dedan Kimathi among other examples you already know. I am also a victim...

During my fresha years, life was not a silver lining or a bed of roses, but a bed of acacia and baobab trees (that can make you imagine the size of the challenges i faced). Without further ogre tales and the hare and hyena stories, dear readers this what happened. 

It was during our first exam in our premiere semester in the higher learning institution. I had prepared adequately, although business students we didn't read much due to the qualitative learning technique. By the way all those guys who said BA (business administration) meant Being Around because you were undertaking engineering courses; shame on you. We are all tarmacking being bracketed in the 40% group of  unemployed people in Kenya. 

The exam atmosphere was filled in the room as students scrambled for strategic seating places so that they can utilize their exam skills, if you know what i mean. I sat near a lady who was completely blank and she was not contemplating what was going on. She looked at me with these dried eyes that were imploring for my help. However, the teacher's eyes were sternly looking at us and i knew i could not help. Within some instance, the teacher rushed out to receive a call. It was an opportune moment to help my neighbor based on the begging eyes; it was exactly one hour since the exam started and she had not jolted anything apart from her name. When i decided to help her, she made such a request that haunts me to date.

"Pass me my bag please i have to remove my notes," she said. This was a crazy idea so i hesitated, but she convinced me; strength of a woman you know. I woke up and stretched to the windows where we hanged our bags as we did our exams. I heard some papers screeching from my background, when i looked backed. The lady had snatched my answer booklet to copy and paste my knowledge. That was robbery without violence of my hard acquired knowledge (just kidding, degree ni harambee lazima watu wasaidiane). The room was silent and i could see my classmate looking at me in a manner that suggested there was looming danger. From the corner of my eye, i could see the teacher jetting back to class and i realized i was in deep shit. I am standing, holding a bag, and my answer sheet is missing. Three clear evidence that amount to cheating, that is a felony in college, it is worse than the Oscar Pistorius case. I knew i was dead,,but i had to act, and act fast...

to be continued...nimesikia usingizi its past midnight...mayne i gotta sleep.