Where is that campus-to-do list again?

It’s time I updated you on my progress. I still have around one and half months more of campus, so if there is anything left, there may still be time. Let’s see what I’ve done of recent.

I got a tattoo

I tore down papers from the notice board and climbed the water tank at Studiz. I wasn’t drunk when I was doing this, au contraire mon ami. I had just had a few shots of vodka and smoked some tobacco and something else. Just a little. So I did both of these on the same night. I was with my friends when we relieved the notice board of its burden, just for once we wanted to be young again. To do something silly because we can.

Now as for climbing the (I think 30m high) tank, the only thought in my mind as I gripped the ladder was, I hope to God I don’t slip and fall. So I climbed ever so slowly and ever so carefully, and when I got to the top, the view was well worth it. It was at night, and you could see for miles on all round.

The campus was looking beautifully lit during the night, and I shouted to one of my friends who was waiting for me at the bottom: “It’s breathtaking. It’s so beautiful up here.” And so encouraged, he joined me up at the base of the tank and it was a beautiful moment, and for a time, we were flying, we were superheroes with the wind beneath our wings.

Ever so carefully, we made our way down and I ticked one more thing off my list. However, there were no pictures because my phone couldn’t take photos at night, and some moments just can’t be captured on camera, you know? If you have a fear of heights though, this may not have been your cuppatea.

Towards the end of the month, (24th of November to be precise) we are going to coast for a final class trip. It’s going to be so much fun, because we are almost under pressure. We have so much to do: a very demanding project and the usual course work of 7 other units, so this break will be good for us. It’s supposed to be an educational trip, but it’s going to be beach time during the day and club time at night. Will keep you updated.


Remember that time I had a weird Monday?

I’m sure I’ve now disappointed a number of people. One of them being the patron of the SDA group. See, I had a supper invitation to his house on the day Ugandan cranes were playing the Harambee Stars and tickets were already bought. I attended church for the first time this year that Saturday 9th October and left just before the main preaching could start so I could make it to the match in time. I made it in time, finding the teams warming up on the field before going to the changing rooms to change into their official kits.

Holy Bible

I texted David Samson (the patron, not his real name) and told him I’m sorry I couldn’t make it for supper, I’d already left school and to thank his wife for me. He replied, asking me if I had attended Friday night vespers. I told him I hadn’t. He asked me, why? Where was I? And I felt I owed him no explanation. So I did not text back. Part of the reason I prefer to live in campus hostels even if home is like 20min away is because of this freedom thing. You just don’t want to be explaining to anyone what/where/with who/why you are doing, whatever it is you are doing.

He called me the following weekend but I had left for home so we were to meet when I came back so we could talk some more. He didn’t call me until the Friday 22nd of October, asking me where I was. Had I been honest, I’d have told him I had just finished getting my tattoo at a parlour in Westlands. I told him I was at home and would be coming back to school on Sunday and he said we really do need to meet and talk. I remember that particular night too, because it was on the same night that my one-month-long relationship ended. Okay, one month is too short to be a relationship but whatever it was ended then. Details withheld.

I’ve disappointed some tweeps too, who wanted to know how my talk on the 29th would go. I was to do the ‘preaching’ for the Friday vespers. However, my spirit just wasn’t in it. You know when you’re forced to do something you don’t really want to do? Not with a gun to your head but with compelling words. Or did I just escape my responsibility? Is this what responsibility is about, doing what you gotta do?

Anyway, on the said 29th day of October, I lost a new Nokia C3 (review coming later) I had just had for about six days. At the time David Samson was calling me asking me where I was, at the same time I was supposed to have finished my preaching, I was in a matatu headed to town to rave; celebrate a friend’s birthday. As usual, I said I had gone home and as usual, he said he’d call me we talk when I get back to school.

So someone pick pocketed me the phone at a club in Westlands, and thus I pause a little in my tweeting career. (I’m a career tweep, but I moonlight as a student some days.)

I’m sure David Samson has been calling me and finding me ‘mteja’. He probably thinks am avoiding him.

FYI, I did have a sermon in mind. Coming from Ecclesiastes, chapter 9: 10-15 (thereof). Maybe I’ll still preach.

Campus So Far

Just the other day, I was a freshman (fresher), ready to take on campus and all, but now it’s down to my last semester. I have a tonne of advice for those starting campus, but not today; relax I still have 3 more months of undergraduate left.

So am sure you are wondering how I will continue blogging on The Diary of a Kenyan Campus Girl yet I will no longer be in campus. Yeah, I may be back to do my Masters but it won’t be the same. Fear not, I have hit on a brilliant idea, watch this space.

At the beginning of this academic year, I made a list of things to do. I’ve done some, am yet to do others so here’s the review and the evidence where possible.

1. Date a younger guy. Am not sure about this though..perhaps I should call back my brother’s friends who have been sending me funny-funny texts. There is also this neighbour whose brother will be joining first year in my campus and she wants him to be shown around..hmmm…

The first year who was ‘katiaing’ me disappeared ;-( so I may take up a couple of offers from young tweeps out there.

2. Get a crazy hairdo. Am actually thinking of dying my hair burgundy, now that I couldn’t find purple dye. And a tattoo while at it. Maybe I’ll put up a pic.

I don’t have the tattoo yet…but if you look closely, my mo-hawked hair is dyed purplish


3. Drink keg and muratina at nguka’s. Don’t even know where that is, but it’s high time I found out.

The ambience at Carol’s Keg Center is nothing to go by, trust me, but chilled keg with a straw goes down smoothly.

Carol's Keg Center

A mug of Keg

4. Make out in the library.

Not yet. I need a partner first.

5. Decide absolutely my mission in life. Change it five times.

I didn’t decide the mission yet; I still have 3 more months to make and change my mind

6. Visit every corner, nook and cranny of the vast(ish) campus.

I think I’ve achieved this. Who wants a tour?

7. Seriously become active in the few clubs I have joined.

I’m too busy to be active ;-(

8. Climb mount Kenya with those guys who announce the activity on the notice board.

They haven’t put up a notice yet

9. Travel alone outside the country…am thinking Uganda soon.

I’m travelling this Thursday, I’ll blog about it when I come back.

10. Do an exam while high. Ok, maybe I wont risk an exam, but a CAT in a boring but easy subject.

Am I high?

11. Become involved in my college town. Complete a project that will benefit the local community.

I’ll do this with Rotaract Club

12. Fall helplessly in love, get dumped, and recover. This just sounds stupid, I know. I picked it up from the internet. But what’s college without heartbreak?

This actually happened over first semester; it was drama and then some. Here’s a link to the story inspired from this.

13. Climb the water tank at Studiez: this is like the highest point in campus and I rem last year a couple of finalists climbed it. I was going to join them, but I was lucky to have even made it to my bed. Don’t know how wasted one has to be to do such a silly thing.

Am I high?

14. Tear down the papers at the main notice board…every Friday night, some idiot tears down the notices in a drunk and disorderly way, I guess in readiness for a new week or something. Will be an idiot someday.

Problem is, I haven’t been wasted in campus, am always out there

15. Go for bowling…maybe not. Never seen the fun in it. Perhaps I’ll just play it on the computer.

Sometime soon, I’ll do this at VM.

16. Skinny dip in a pool somewhere.

I haven’t found an idea pool

P.S. I know it wasn’t on the list but I got arrested.

Hall six

Many times I have written about it but I have never really dedicated a whole post to it. Never has anything deserved it more. Hall six is the Nakumatt of the campus: you need it, they’ve certainly got it. From electronics, to books, movies, legal intoxicants, illegal intoxicants, sex, a loan perhaps, and yeah, they got great cooks; who, when not short circuiting the electricity or causing accidental fires, cook delicious meals.

You cannot therefore, blame all the chicks that have taken to camping there. Damn, I should get me a Hall Six guy. Just a random thought. Anyway, I’ve heard of guys who wake up in the morning and wonder when theirs became a girl’s hostel. The number of ladies walking about in towels is quite large.

Of course it’s against the university rules to cohabit in the hostels, but who follows rules, right? This is a public university after all. We throw stones when we are opposed to anything. Back to the rules: you shall not do any business in the Halls of Residence, neither shall you cook, nor harbor visitors (nor play loud music) between 10pm and 10am. When I was a freshman, the rules were part of the bulky welcome to campus envelope and nothing more.
Now someone is trying to enforce them, and business has all but come to a standstill in the hostels. There were enterprising people selling Bamba 20’s, doing photocopies at odd hours of the night etc. and if you have to cook, you do it in secret. Sleepovers though, have remained. Till recently.

There is a guy who has an official letter CCed to the Dean of Students, the DVC, his parents (most likely) and the student counselor. It explains his expulsion from the Halls of Residence for cohabiting with a named cohabitee in Hall Six. He is to attend a month of counseling. Picture the sessions:

Counsellor: Hm…tell me about yourself.

Cohabiter: (Looks on in stony silence.)

Counsellor: Seems to me you have a problem. Tell me, what is disturbing you? Do your parents fight a lot? Do you feel the need to take drugs to numb your pain?

Cohabiter: Drugs? Am here for cohabiting.

Counsellor: Oh…(she adjusts her glasses, looks at the sheet again). What’s your name? Mark…okay, Mark. Seems to me you have a problem. Tell me, what is disturbing you? Do your parents fight a lot? Do you feel the need to cohabit to numb your pain?

And it shall go on for a month. But really? Counseling for cohabiting? It’s not like he was doing drugs or he was depressed. Only thing they were doing is each other and keeping warm in these cold times.

I rue the passing of the years that has brought rule-enforces on board. Hall six will never be the same again if this happens.

This is a big hostel that you would get lost in in your first year of trying to find your way around. It’s got a life of its own, and I’d hate for its character to be killed just like that.

AFC Leopards 1-0 Gor Mahia

On Tuesday night my lil’ brother called me.

“Savvy, are we going to watch to match tomorrow?”

Even before I could ask what match, what time, I had already replied, “No, of course not. Am broke.” Then I remembered I should first check my account, so I decided to do just that and wonder of wonders, it was not reading 0 as it has been for much of this month. So I called him back, and together with my other brother who is at home because his campus rioted, we headed to the Stadium to watch AFC Leopards maul Gor Mahia.

This was the first time I was watching a Kenya Premier League match. Not that I haven’t been to the stadium before, I have. During Harambee Stars games. Like this one. Or just search for Harambee Stars posts on my blog. Anyway it was also the first time I was watching a match under floodlights. I was a bit apprehensive, especially after being roughly pushed into the stadium by the security guys.

We managed to lose our lil brother in the melee, and some friends of mine with whom we had gone to the match. And oh my, isn’t it a nightmare trying to find anyone at the stadium?

“Am standing right here! Can’t you see me?”

“Where the hell is right here? I am on the other side. The left side of the main dais. Next to the guy in green wearing green with a red a vuvuzela.” You bellow into the phone, which is on speaker mode and right next to your ear.

“What?! I can’t hear you. Can you see the Superman guy? He is wearing Mariga’s shirt…just next to the AFC dancing band!”

“What?! I can’t hear you, lemme text you.”

“What?! Can you see me now?”

That is how the conversations went like so we decided to find each other after the game.

The match was quite entertaining. Gor Mahia missed a lot of chances, they played a better game but they just couldn’t score. And Blackberry, the player not the phone (George Odhiambo) really impressed me. The first half ended at 0-0 and we took this chance to find our lil’ bro.

Blackberry in an earlier match

My rioting-campus brother told us of how they looted stuff from the Student’s center during the chaos. One of his roommates came over with a whole carton of quarters of KK. (it’s a lethal drink, people, lethal. Only safe for campus students.) His neighbours were more thoughtful though…they carried bales of wheat flour, sacks of rice and potatoes. The following day, the yummy smell of frying mandazi and pancakes was wafting to their room!

Back to the match, AFC finally managed to score in the second half and the fans went crazy. Okay, the fans are already crazy! AFC Leopards and Gor Mahia have the most fanatic of fans! They danced around the stadium, taunting each other, lighting flares and singing all manner of songs, which I understood not! Am told the Gor fans sang a song with words like “get out of the way, Gor is coming through!” and when the Leopards scored, their fans sang a funeral song!

A view of the stadium

In attendance at the match was Our Kid whom I had to find after the match. You might want to check out Our Kid Foundation.

For more about the match, see NairobiLiving

P.S. In other news
I heard nguka’s was closed. Now looking for a suitable replacement for number 3 on my campus to do list

The Awkward World of Hugs.

the friends hug

Back to school means seeing some of your friends that you haven’t seen in months. It also means renewing old acquaintances, trying to reignite sparks that existed with could’ve beens, trying to avoid meeting recent Exs on the paths for fear of awkward silences…..and thus enters the awkward world of hugs.

I know much has been said about etiquette, hugs and kisses. Am not trying to advice anyone…let’s just go through the motions of my day in these first first days.

I meet my best friends…this is my tight crew of about 8 of us. I hug them tightly..the long more than 10 second hug where you put your feelings on the line showing them just how much you missed them. This hug is reserved for just once a year….after the long holiday. After that, you only do the brief one second hug if you have to.

I meet up with a could’ve been. They get the long….long…did I say long passionate hug that could turn into something else in private. Eyes closed, deep breaths (trying to remember the scent? Maybe), sensual back rubbing may be thrown in, and suggestive whispering. You can be quite breathless when you get out of this embrace. Best you do it when you are not with your other company.

Then there is the jealous/attention demanding hug. This is kinda uncomfortable for the usee. You see, there is the user (the one using the hug to demand attention/make S.O jealous) and the usee, the one who is hugged. So you meet this guy with his girlfriend, and he hugs you like he’s a could’ve been (I hope you are following), yet you couldn’t be more than friends. Hopefully, the girlfriend doesn’t come after you with sharpened claws. Or if you meet a shocked classmate and you want to show your boyfriend that you are still in demand, you give him an extra long hug. Ah, am not really a fan of this hug.

The stranger hug can turn two ways. Stranger in that you are hugging a stranger or someone you are familiar with but haven’t hugged before.

The stranger-turn-awkward-hug. It could be a disaster. Some guys are so stiff you bother why you hugged them in the first place. Maybe coz you were hugging your friend and he/she was with them so you extend the love. Extend a hand next time. It’s easier.

The stranger-turn-nice-hug. You hug someone new and they return the hug with equal friendly measure. You bookmark them for future hugs.

The bro hug. The clasping of hands and bump of shoulder. I don’t get why guys have to hide feelings. Throw your arms around each other and get over with it. Kiss if you have to. You do it on the football pitch, so why not in the paths when you meet?

Did I mention the cold hug? The one that leaves you shivering, wondering why you ever decided to hug in the first place? The one with the ex, when you are not ready? Or the one with could’ve been’s current girlfriend. Or the one with the guy you really don’t like and he insists on it.

I almost forgot the two way hug, or cheek to cheek. I don’t like it either. But social decorum means I have to do it time to time.

The Sugar Daddy

There are even sugar daddy dating websites.

I am sure you’ve heard all those stories…once our HIV?AIDS lecturer ( a very interesting guy) told us of his UoN days, how they once stoned the cars of these very much older guys who used to take their girlfriends. He also told us how they used to watch porn in the TV room, and leave with hands in their pockets…I guess to wank in the privacy of their rooms. But that’s a story for another day.

The typical sugar daddy is over 40 years old, married, and rich. Or whatever else he is, however he may look like, he must be rich.

You are likely to meet him at the workplace, because let’s face it, you and he exist in different social circles. He will be professional and helpful at first. Then he’ll suggest lunches, probably dinners. He’ll take you shopping and to expensive places. And if he’s smart, he wont ask anything of you just yet.

He will begin to offer much more…like helping you gather statistics for your project, or lending you a hand in getting ideas, and even publish your idea in some journal or other. Eventually, he’ll offer you a job. If he has influence.

He wont stop there. So now that you are going back to school after internship, and he knows you live in “those filthy hostels” as he calls them, he offers to rent you a place. He tells you to look for a house of your own choice, and he will furnish and pay the rent for it. This is the point you begin to pay because he’ll be coming for weekends at your place, after telling his wife he’s headed for a weekend conference in Nakuru.

This is the situation someone I know is going through. I asked her where her conscience was all this time, I mean the guy is married and she has a boyfriend.

Out of Africa, she replied.