As I pack lightly in my room,I
take a second to sit down and
reminisce on the next three months of my last semester in campus.I can’t say it’s exactly everything I think it would be.To be perfectly honest,campus is overrated.Contrary to popular opinion,campus is not a party hub. People don’t drink the whole day and smoke till sunset,the girls don’t bare it all in broad daylight (but it’s still debatable),and the guys don’t switch girls everyday
(still debatable).My point is,there is more to it other than the whole cliché school of thought about it. I know everyone would expect the whole party animal act but I am sorry to disappoint anyone in that line of thought.It has been an uneventful four months.
A friend recently dropped by and with much excitement in his eyes,asked me how campus life has been.At that very moment it hit me that I had almost nothing to say;nothing exciting to the ears of a form four leaver and campus hopeful anyway.I mean,how could I begin to tell him about how interesting economics class was and how I attended every lecture?
That’s how you lose friends!I
could see the disappointment on my friends face when I explained how uneventful it was.Now am pretty sure I top the list of the biggest idiots he’s ever met.He was waiting to hear of my endless drinking spree and partying escapades.So yes,I didn’t drink myself silly,I never woke up next to a strange girl,I never smoked
any illegal herbs (maybe once or
twice) and I definitely didn’t take
part in an orgy[yes,that happens].I
spent half my time in bed in an
awfully quiet and isolated room
watching orange,movies,sometimes poking into the field to play non-competitive football,is the new black and the other half is split between getting angry at the slow internet connection in the campus while trying to download Nick Dee’s top 40,Act of Valor, Apocalypto,Orphan Black and
lining in line for hours at Student centre trying to get that football match.I swear I have never survived this much in my life.
Forget high school,ten shillings has never had a bigger meaning than in the last four months.My stomach has been subjected to
very odd foods so much that now I
think am allergic to fast foods or
anything that actually tastes good.
Now,on top of all that,add women
into the picture.There is nothing
heartbreaking as a girl asking you to buy her a cocktail after class and you only have fifty shillings at hand.Buying that cocktail completely ruins your whole budget.It means skipping lunch, foregoing buying airtime and
probably not stopping by at your
mutura guy.See women think we are something close to being superhuman who need not eat.They somehow think that we are at their mercy whenever they please,mistaking a privilege for a favour.
However,my last semester is not completely dull and full of hunger.Am making friends,some interesting,some different and some not worth talking about. From the reggae guy who listens to Kelly Clarkson (it’s still a shocker to me,Bob Marley meets
Bono scenario?),the weird neighbour who never holds a conversation with any female species for more than two minutes,to the big guy in the hostel’s common room who has an opinion about everything.I cannot leave out the guy with the larger than life ego.It’s safe to say I have made friends with misfits.
On love,I couldn’t be further from getting Mrs.Right,if she exists anyway.Anyway,those are just imaginations.None is perfcet,but some are better than others.For some strange reason,my understanding of girls has become more twisted.A few damsels crossed my way. Starting with the lass with the awkward smile to the damsel who knocked me off my feet just to give me blows while I was down.It wouldn’t be much of a shock if a crystal ball showed me still dreaming of marrying Olivia Wilde 20 years from now while my kinsmen are all married and
“happy’’.My dreams my be unlogical…but valid.Bottom line is,there is someone out there,thats a secret between I,me,myself and I.
All in all,campus life is coming to an end.My 8-4-4 system is ending.
As I pack lightly in my room,I