“Hi Shiku!”
“Hi there.”
“How’s school?”
“School? What school?”
Okay, people. It has come to my attention that some of you think I am still in school (going by the messages I am receiving on phone and Facebook). Well, here is the news. I am no longer a student. I cleared from Moi University on Tuesday the 9th of July 2013.
Who goes ahead and asks me out regardless of how bleak the chance that I will say yes is.Who is not afraid to be mad at me if I am…
‘Hi dear. Can you guest post on my blog. Love story?’ All those butterflies asleep in my stomach are definitely up now. I am in class, someone is saying something…
I live in a room that offers a vantage point to Hostel K and L entrances. When I say Hostel K and L, I am referring to the ladies’ hostels, make no mistake. All the same, I will tell you about the men who frequent both hostels. That common joke about the number of men who’d emerge from either hostel in the event of a fire is very true. I will describe them to you, one by one. I will do this using Hostel L since what I see there is replicated in K. (You may think I have a lot of free time; I will let you be the judge of that.)
When you have spent four years in an institution of higher learning, you learn a lot from simple observation. I have seen and heard enough to authoritatively categorize campus couples into five types.
First things first, nothing is up with my WhatsApp. I don’t have WhatsApp. I had it, but I don’t anymore. No, my phone did not fall into water or get…
I am seated in my room, in the dark listening to Group 1 Crew’s “Going Down” on repeat. The night’s young, 12.28 am is as young as it gets. The…
You are seated at home enjoying a movie or getting warm by the fireplace. Your phone rings. Almost by reflex, you pick it up and hit a button. Ah, it’s your friend from class. He’s remembered me after three months, you think to yourself, must be something important. You sit up and take in the contents of the text. “Sasa, my dear! Nimeona kwa 3rd Eye ati tunafungua next week.”
Pause.
Maybe you are not reading it right. You read it again.
She is my BFF; my best friend forever. I am never ashamed to say this despite the fact that you may think it is silly for a grown woman to…
Let’s get right to it: I like it. Maybe I don’t. The bottom line is I have deluded myself to believe that I like it. It is much better than…
It’s 6.30 pm. It’s raining. It’s dark. I am cold. I am also feeling particularly inspired to write. The past week has been an interesting one in the relationship scene.…
My bed happens to be the place I am most creative in terms of writing ideas. Any awesome thing I have ever written, it was either before I slept or…
So you won’t marry a campus chiq, huh? But did you pause to think, even for a moment, that maybe I do not want to be married to a campus dude? You are not the only one with a choice to make, you know?
The other day there was outrage from my fellow campus ladies who could not understand why a man would not want to marry them. I have good news for you sisters; there are plenty more fish in the sea and that sea is much bigger than Moi University. No one should make you think you do not have a choice.
He sits across me in class. The other day, he told me he loved me. I don’t know why but he did. After three whole years, he has either seen me in another light or gathered enough courage to tell me so. It’s now or never.
Maybe he did it to test me, to see whether I am as hard-to-get as he had thought.