(Too bad I abandoned my diary for this place. Here goes…)
I am trying really hard to love a place, to go about my day without complaining but a myriad of things get in the way.
I wake up, the doors are all locked except the main one, for a week now.
I am in the library. Why? I have a number of reasons.
One, I felt it would give me a sense of achievement to walk up to this place from the comfort of my room and do some substantial studying in a studious environment. Could I have done the same or even more back in that room? Only God knows.
(Continued from Karibu Moi University (Part 1))
When it comes to the number of campuses to its name, Moi University has no rival. I have only been to one so I will not explore the rest. It has aircrafts, a textile company, a building in the city. I guess all this help fulfil its mission in some way.
It has some intriguing preference for The Standard newspaper.
The journey to this place has been an eventful one to say the least. Everyone has their own version of how they came to be here. In the end it does not matter. We are all stuck here for whatever years the course you are pursuing dictates. Thing is, we are a bit different from your average university.