If you live in planet earth, i suppose by now you know the horrendous scenario that happened in Nairobi and Mombasa CBDs. In case you live in planet Mars, let me delineate the gossip to you in the most appropriate avenue, The Chronicles of a fRESHA style.
Two well dressed ladies were stripped off their clothes in two incidences in Nairobi and Mombasa respectively, even in Kayole just yesterday. The ugly scenes irked Kenyan women leading to the #mydressmychoice campaign that has gone viral attracting attention from western media. You all know that me and ladies are two parallel lines that do not come into terms. However, today you have my support, and i repeat, TODAY only. We thought Nairobi has the most open minded and swagged up individuals in the country. But it seems there are those who have persistently refused to leaved the raccoon of ignorant people. Suppose the undressed woman was your mother...and here is when i quote Adan Duale "hizo nguo si za mama yako buana."
That incidence has just reminded me of various demonstrations that happened in university and i was privileged to be part of "several" of them. However, the most significant strike happened when i was one month old in campus. My friend, it was disastrous, cataclysmic, ruinous, catastrophic, barbaric, contemptuous, and other tough words that Babu Owino uses when appearing on press appealing for a university strike.
My life is characterized with unfortunate incidences and hapless, miserable experiences. My education life is not an exception. I have attended schools where survival for the fittest applies from morning till dusk. Kegonge High school where you had to mark your territory to survive. The Kenya Polytechnic University College was the icing on the cake. As the name suggests, the school is not sure whether it is an university, college, polytechnic, free education, D.E.B or just a collection of rowdy guys. However, it has the best experience in the world both academically and in social context.
In university, i expected to see strike notifications on the toilet walls and leaflets like we did in high school. Owe unto me when i learnt that in campus, a strike is announced publicly without fear or intimidation. That was a new one to me. To be frank, i was very scared because i thought that was equivalent to throwing stones at a police station. It was quite different from high school since students were making threats to the administration right on their noses.
Comrade Power,,, you respond power! with a lot of energy. The date was set and everything was ready to set the pace and match to the HELB offices. But before the story, here were the grievances that instigated our much awaited strike.
1. HELB was late (i have never been entitled to this loan and i have demonstrated the entire campus life for Helb which i dont recieve, ati comrade power)
2. The announced Mrs. Campus was not beautiful
3. Food prices were very high at the school canteen (i thought food issues ended in high school, i was wrong because even at my place of work food is a very big issue)
4. Campus elections were delayed (Politics will once kill Africans)
5. misappropriation of funds (to date i have never understood how i accused people of misappropriating funds without a single evidence or proof, just following what others said, peer pressure i bet)
6. for the fun of striking
The grievances were enough to substantiate a reason for taking to the streets and show the world that we are tough living things. There was room for adding your personal grievance; for example, there was a lady lecturer who annoyed me for wearing so skimpy and she spent half of the class applying oil on her skin and lipstick. I was very much excited that i was going to engage in a strike at a higher level. We usually called them educated-call of actions by the most educated members of the society (I am sorry to learn that we are not).
It was a sunny morning and the required pysch, morale, energy and attitude towards demonstration was smelt from far. Everybody was in the mood and the student union members were giving instructions as the media people flocked the school environs. I remembered that my parents occasionally watch TV News at a local hotel and they might bump with their son misbehavior. That is when i decided to camouflage and wear in such a way that i remained unnoticeable.
We were ready to hit the road...
To be continued tomorrow..
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