Am sure u are wondering, where did I take my weekends? Or it is just that nowadays weeks are five days long? Weekends are usually the times one takes a break from the campus. I used to go home once in two weeks, when my parents still used to live in the vicinity of the city in the sun. Now they live here.
Instead of many varying stories, let me just say what cut down some other weekend. Friday afternoon, the lecturer cancelled the class because apparently he had a meeting. Five minutes before that, a classmate, enmr, had seen him getting into the staff cafeteria…. And we all realized he probably had a date and was giving us a flimsy excuse, talk of reversed roles! Who schedules meetings on Friday afternoon? At the staff cafeteria? In any case, most meetings are announced ahead of the meeting date. Anyway, everyone was happy the class was cancelled, Friday afternoon is not the best time to learn.
I headed to town for some meeting, an online campusvybe magazine, of which am supposed to be the jkuat correspondent. With African timing and all that, the meeting which was supposed to end around 4.30 ended up at 6pm. That was not so bad except I was to meet some pals of mine in tao, (they were coming over for a sleepover) at 4, and I kept calling them every 30 minutes saying am on the way.
In this July weather, it can rain any time and that evening was not an exception. We were almost drenched as we dashed across the rain to get into a mat to Juja. Around 8.30pm, we had arrived, and since it was dark, we couldn’t walk and took boda bodas. Them, never having had the experience of the delicate act of balancing on them bicycles, could be heard screaming bump over bump. Just as we are about to reach the hostels, the whole place is suddenly engulfed in darkness. Eclipse like darkness, except Juja lights are like that. They disappear at the most inconvenient times. Like Friday nights.
So drenched we went to my room to change. Luckily, all my roommates had left for some action or other over the weekend. Cold suppers later (damn Juja electricity.. I never knew a place could have so many blackouts till I came to campus. They(kplc) blame it one transformer thieves. I had never heard of those before either.), so as I was telling, cold suppers later, we went to a friend’s room armed with Alvaros and some bottles of firepower which later sent us to Saturday morning. The lights came back around 11 pm, and Vee, being the only sober person around, was the DJ. She was taking her own requests, which ranged from rock to westlife…
In the morning, Vee and Angel, were there exclaiming, “gosh, we have never slept in a boy’s hostel before! ..” apparently, huko over at Daystar, boys are not allowed to enter the girls’ hostels and vice versa, let alone sleepover. Technically, it is not allowed here, but as I said earlier, rules get broken….
So at noon we are having breakfast cum lunch, and Vee offers to prepare the eggs.
When I get back a while later, the conversation goes like this:
“ Hey, Vee, where are the eggs? I thought I could hear them smell…”
(hear them smell is deliberate, A son of his mother..)
“They are on the plate..”
“Oh, this. I thought it was milk powder.”
“ That’s how I cook my eggs.”
“ Talk of thoroughly scrambled.”
Later, I took them on a walk around the campus, showing them the sights. Here is a photo we took. (p.s. we are in our weekend clothes..and besides it was cold..)
Still on the walk, we went to hall 7, which am sure was still under (or not yet) construction when akina Kip, Gitts and some ex-this-campuserians were around. The view to the field from the hall-7 3rd floor balcony is simply amazing, Kodak moments those were. There is the pond in the distance, which I like to call a lake; and am probably standing on the balcony of my hotel room looking out at the beautiful countryside.
When it was Angel’s turn (to take a photo), we noticed she was zoobing at something. Kumbe she’s noticed some engineering student at the studio, and even him he was busy smiling at her.. but by the time we left the balcony, he’d left the studio. One a spur of the moment, we decided (yes, we, some of these decisions are made collectively) to leave him a note. I can quote it since I was the author: “Lady in pink at the balcony taking foto. 07xx xxx xxx”, and wouldn’t you know it, he later called her. I hear the ka-onfone hook up is going well, so far so good.
For the first time this year, I decided to cook. I guess if I put my mind to it, I can actually cook tasty meals. I couldn’t let Vee handle the spaghetti, who knows, we could have ended up with ugali! This time, our drink was strictly water, as we watched a movie in the room. It was a nice girls’ night in, with me, Vee, Angel, Dannie and Cracker…. . the movie was Gone baby gone.. I can sincerely said there was not much to it, maybe coz Vee was thinking it was a football match and she was the commentator.
We had planned on a swimo but then the weather messed us up. So Sunday I had to bid them farewell with a promise that I’d be over once my exams were over. Turns out Vee decided to also blog, am not sure she has put up anything though. I had finally signed up on facebook that week (I must be the only person with internet access not to have signed up until last week..even now I still have little enthusiasm, the friends I have there are mostly my former school mates and the only thing we say is hey, howz u? what u up to?…) so we promised to send friend requests to each other.
We walked the kilometer long stretch to the road, I made sure they were safely in the mat, and told them to call when they reached safely. Then took the long road back to my daily life.
Oh, last photo..
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