I have less than three weeks to be done with campus. I have been looking back on where this journey began and guys I have come from far. Let’s go back to 2013 right after finishing high school I wanted nothing to do with books. I didn’t do any of the computer courses people normally go to but instead did the driving and piano classes. I remember when the campus selection was being done and I was having a discussion with a friend of mine and it was mainly about how if you get what you want but not where you are willing to go would you still do it? A few weeks later I got the letter for Moi University. I thought I had jinxed myself and I had to be convinced by others and also convince myself that it was not as bad as I thought.
October of 2013 it was time to report to campus. I did not have that experience where people queued in long lines or see people carrying gunias with maize. All those have always been stories for me. I settled into the hostels and I remember entering those bathrooms and just thinking how will I get used to it. My roommate was not around so I was alone for a week or two till her sister came and stayed with me but just as I was getting used to her my roommate showed up. First impressions; she was so intimidating at first but we got used to each other quickly. Honestly, if it was not for her I think things would have gone differently for me. She was the big sister I never had and I learnt about so many things from her. I still go to the butchery and the salon she showed me. My second roommate was also very nice I remember the Saturday mornings when she cooked for Sunday school children and she always left a portion for me to have.
I used to hear so many roommate horror stories like being exiled or general unfriendliness and all I could think about was how my roommates and I lived like we have known each other forever. Being the first year obviously I had to make new friends and I am so happy to say that I still have them in my life five years later. Most of the friendships were based on something we had in common like former high school or we live in the same estate in Nairobi or we have mutual friends somewhere. I did not really interact with people from my school much in my first year.
During this period I remember I started running every morning and taking five kilometre walks every weekend. I learnt how to budget but living in the hostel was very cheap. Electricity and water are free, accommodation is cheap sh 3250 for four months is not a bad deal. I also figured out how to do a lot of stuff for myself which was a very good experience. I should say that the culture shock was extreme. From living one hour away from town to the slowness of the place, adapting was not as easy as I thought. Ooh, and that thing where the older guys see how naïve you are is also true but having a fourth-year roommate helped a lot.
I have so much to say but let us leave it at that for my first year. Stay tuned for the second-year experience.
The girl with the red lipstick.