THE CHRONICLES CONTINUES....
It was immediately the second semester after i joined the elite lot in the society to achieve academic excellence: in simple terms, i joined an university. You know campus students think they have touched the sky by just joining the institution. They fight everyone on the road, they do not pay for bus fare, and the most interesting part is that they refer themselves with titles such as engineer so and so or professor and yet your in your first year and you might fail in exam. Wait a minute, was it an university, college, polytechnic or an institute of education. It was referred to as the Kenya Polytechnic University College, I remember how we took pride on the article "The" prefixing the name of the campus. It was a symbol of greatness and we called other universities "A"; For example, A Kenyatta University or A Nairobi Aviation (please do not stone me like the nation media).
Anyway, instead of going circles, let me take you via the superhighway of the experience of my freshness in college. When we re-opened the institution, i was much prepared to enjoy the vastness of the public university not mentioning getting back to Nairobi. I was well equipped with few coins that could sustain me for a while i mean for sometime, two weeks to be precise. With all my freshness, i did not know that when the timetable said you report on 6th people always added two weeks and reported on 26th or even the following month. With my high school mind, i thought people were to report on the material day, failure to which you would get a suspension or punishment (i was a fresha, understand). Just imagine how empty the place was and i was there a lone just watching DSTV the entire day and gulping a killer drink each evening. I was so lonely that i started visiting even stripper clubs in town, but i had not had enough courage to enter, so i peeped from a corner.
One week later, Freshas started arriving. Oh my, at least i could see confused faces around, just like me few months earlier. Since i was the only old guard in the institution, they had to request for my assistance. Where is A or B, i was more than willing to help. As usual, unlike poles attract.. When one lady asked for my aid, we decided to take it to aids.Oops i preempted your thoughts.
In the evening we were so bored together and we decided to hang out around a joint in town. As a person who understands Nairobi to the core, i escorted my ponyoka na fresha girl to the joint. "Black ice" she said, "warm or cold" i asked. She said both, mmm crazy but never mind, fresha have wonders.
After taking the two "sweet beers", her reality started creeping in. She got intoxicated to an extent of saying she does not know me, she insulted anyone around us and started breaking glass and bottles from random tables. That is when the bouncers pounced on me like the green grasshopper. I wonder why men punish other men for their women mistakes. I was given two mighty slaps that made me visualize 50 cents on my face. The damage amounted to two thousand besides our bill of 1700. Seriously where would i get 3700 and i had only taken two beers, "zilikua zimeshashuka." Imagine i had to leave my phone, ID, and a phone number of another person close to me so that i could pay the bill the following day and redeem my collateral security. After my release, i shot like an arrow towards my room. just to see the lady hang out with a third year one week later... After that experience, another man was strolling the cookie jar whereas i came out with a beating
moral lesson, not all that glitters is gold..
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