The Highs and Lows of My Life in Campus

The highs:

First day in campus- definitely a life changing moment. I was so excited to be joining campus, though the queues to register and what not were the longest I’d ever seen. Campus meant new relationships, another chance to shine academically, the pursuit of computer studies, fashion etc. campus was everything.

Numerous crushes. I think I lead the list of the highest number of boys I have crushed on. And when they responded I was the happiest. At least for the week or two that it lasted.

Babaroa announcement in 2008. Babaroa is the award for being top of the class for your course. What do you know, working hard actually pays off. I was a diligent student in the first year and was rewarded with a trophy, certificate and 10K in cash. I bought a phone, Nokla 95, which was stolen from my room about a year later. Sadly, Babaroa has eluded me in subsequent years. Blame it on my competitive class.

Nokla N95

Writing/blogging contract- this came in June 2009. I signed a contract that would pay me about 10K thereof per month, and they used to delay payment, so after three or so months, you got yourself a nice fat cheque. For a student, 30k or more of your own cash, awesome. Sadly, it was not renewed come June this year.

Hanging out with my friends. One night in particular stands out, sometime when we were in third year. It’s my first ever twitpic.

My crew

The class trip to coast in third year. Our trips are purely un-academic.

Traveling to Uganda in September this year. I just packed my bags, called my ex-high schoolmate over there and off I went. I used my own hard-earned cash 🙂

Internal attachment (internship in campus) at the beginning of 2009. It was the most idle time of my life. I watched so many movies and series.

The day I bought Z (sometime in 2009). Z is my laptop.


The day my blog got a mention in Zuqka.

Getting a place for internship at the beginning of this year was not hard. In fact, I had two offers and I chose the better one. Turns out everyone else who was interning there knew somebody, but my papers spoke for me.

And now I have two job offers out of .ke, of course am yet to do even do my exams, let alone graduate. Decisions, decisions, don’t know which job to take. Hope I make the right choice.

The lows:

Having this fight in third year. I still bear the scars 😦

Soon after, somebody stole my Nokla and wallet. They didn’t just take the cash, they took the wallet and all my IDs, school, national, ATM card etc. I had to struggle to replace them. And I know it’s those chicks in the next room who took my stuff. Am watching you, if you’re reading this.

Every year, whenever the Babaroa list is out, and everyone is making comments like “Savvy, am sure you’re getting it again” and I just wish I’d never got it in the first place so guys don’t have to remind me every time of my earlier successful days 🙂

I’ve ever had a bad experience with Naps. First and last time to take it. Enough said.

Had a disastrous last day at work during my internship (Jan-April 2010). Almost got in the middle of some office politics, ended up not going home that night and got lectured the following day by my dad. He said stuff like, “if you want to get married, just tell us. You’re an adult now.” I’d never felt more of a kid.

Also during internship, I met a tweep who borrowed me my savings, to invest or so, I was stupid and all yeah. Anyway, it was hell getting it back but after a long struggle bravely borne, he finally MPESAd me the cash and I erased him from my phonebook. So long, sucker.

During internship yet again, I went to Naivasha for a weekend, and on my way back, my wallet was nicked by a pickpocket. I had to start replacing IDs and ATM cards all over again.

Last month, I’d just had a new Nokia C3 for about six days when yet again I was pick pocketed.

And so many more, the good and the bad, these are just but a few highlights of my adventurous life in JKUAT.


Tales From Kampala – Part Two

Cont’d From Part One

Part Two: Friday in Kampala

My friend strode in, looked around and was leaving when I called out to her. Thank God she didn’t go into “Savvy you’ve grown fat!” she was more of “Savvy you have changed.” Changed is good, changed is polite and unmalicious. She told me you have to manually select your network for your phone(s) to work in Uganda. Safaricom has partnered with UTL and MTN, and Zain KE with Celtel-Uganda. We then left to take a taxi to her place.

When I say taxi, I don’t mean a cab. Ugandans call their matatus taxis. And they are in no way pimped or in good condition, like you find the matatus in Kenya are.

Ugandan Taxi

Kenyan matatus are sometimes pimped with graffiti, loud music systems and flashing lights.

A pimped Kenyan Matatu

One thing I realized after landing in Kampala is its friendliness. I don’t mean everyone rushing to say hi and welcome to Uganda kind of way. I mean I felt like I belonged. There is no feeling of being foreign, maybe I’m Ugandan and I don’t know it. I fit right in. Of course the currency was confusing, and I had to pay for anything by first calculating its value in Kenyan shillings.

M.T (my friend) led me to her hostel around the Makerere area; she goes to campus there. I was planning to do some catching up on sleep in the morning hours and some shopping later in the afternoon, but it was not to be. The shopping happened but the morning beauty sleep didn’t. I hollad up a friend around 9 a.m. after I had showered and freshened up and he invited us for breakfast at his house. M.T and I were up for a hearty breakfast with our friend whom we’ll call Mr. Sweet Teeth. He sometimes has tea and toast with his sugar.

His friend dropped us off at the Omuna Market around noon so we could do some shopping. He was an interesting guy with an accent I couldn’t place; it wasn’t European or American, or Kenya, Tanzanian, Ugandan or Rwandan. It’s just an African accent.

We first passed by this supermarket that would blind you with it’s sheer brilliantness. Those colours almost gave me a headache.

Blinding colours supermarket

Shopping is hard work people. Finding the right shoe or dress or jeans took us the whole afternoon of walking around downtown Kampala. The sellers sometimes grabbed your hand calling you “sister, sister”. Our tempers were running short when this guy grabbed my friend. She turned to him, “What? what do you want?”

“I want you.” he said while grabbing his crotch.

“Do I look your type now?” she had on a full blast Ugandan accent. “Do I look your type?”

The guy was still leering at her so she said, “leave me alone, you have a small &*#@”. That shut him up.

By the time we left the market, it was almost 6 p.m and it was time to get ready for Kampala night life.

To be Cont’d

P.S. Idd was on Friday in Uganda. How is that possible? I thought the moon appears the same time in Kenya as it does in Uganda. Now you wish you were Ugandan, huh? That was one holiday gone like that. Idd in Kenya happened on Saturday, FYI.