All my Tuesday nights and Wednesday mornings have a sad story to tell. And I’ll stick more to the Wednesdays because it turns out, it is my least favorite day of the week, at least since this semester begun. I wake up at five to snooze the alarm as I sleepily read the sticky note – LPR 100, Constitutional Law 8:00 am, LH 3 1st floor. TMI, I know buttttt it is not even fair. Why does it have to be that early? According to the original timetable, my stream should be having the class at eleven 😭, but OK. I know my big brother would grill me if he heard me complaining about school systems being unfair.
“Eagles must always be willing to go the extra mile”
Our mantra since the first time he visited me in high school. I have nothing against it, by the way, and it actually keeps me going…he’s where all my inspiration comes from and I could never ask for more.
But now, back to my rather sad story
Living off campus has always been a nightmare, but I think the demons haunt me more on Wednesday mornings. I wake up at five thirty and I goofily drag to the shower, back to my room, and almost everyday, by the time I’m done it’s already six thirty and I am literally running to the gate while trying to practice a British accent, all thanks to my obsession with Lucifer, the guy and Guilt, the series. I am making progress by the way, but I don’t intend to use it on anyone or in any place haha.
Every KUSoLite who lives on main campus can give you a tale of the shenanigans they encounter every other day in order to get to class in time. You’ll stand there for about fifteen minutes, those blue buses from Thika, will somehow stop there, but high chances are, you won’t get a ride. A short conductor, they are always short, I don’t know why. So, they’ll give way to the two passengers alighting then will callously tell you, “hatubebi” 😑, and then they shall take off like you do not deserve to get a ride to town while seated on either of the seats left empty. And then others will actually stop, a couple of passengers will get off then by the time you’re trying to board, the konda just says “imejaa“…what kind of mojo is that? Sob sob..
So the only option left is to go to Githurai join the queue of hopeful passengers…wait, wait and wait then eventually get on a bus, which shall not be driven on the highway until you get to Allsoaps because the driver us trying to hepa the jam. But at least you get there around eight forty or nine.
I digressed, I noticed.
So, since the semester began, I have managed to attend all my lectures but one, Constitutional Law. Something always happens on Wednesday mornings and I have to get late. And all his classes begin at eight sharp so if I get there at nine thirty, it wouldn’t be logical to get into class at that time. All the Wednesdays have come and gone with their miseries and I’m thinking that if the professor knew me then he’d take me as a serious truant, which is not actually true…I have tried to remain a good student, and I’ll try even harder.
That is why today, 18th I promised myself that I would do anything else but be late for the class. I would either get there earlier, get into class with him, or five minutes later, if I couldn’t then I don’t know what I’d do with myself. So in preparing to go to school, for this particular lecture, I stayed up all night, waiting for 4 a.m so that I go shower and leave as soon as possible. Jewa, I know you’ve always had your suspicions about me being an idiot and I think I proved you right 😂😂. I was up all night, like a kindergarten kid waiting for a school trip the next day…
I got to the gate, there was a bus that was approaching, on the other side, and I knew that this was going to be a lucky day for me. It’s been quite while since something made me so happy. So up the flyover I went, and by the time I was descending the stairs, the vehicle was taking off. Then they guy looks at me, I nod and the human just lets the bus go. He should have told the driver to stop 😭
So I stood and stood and waited till 7:20 and I felt like it was another one of my losing battles with Wednesday mornings and my lecturer, whom I hadn’t even met. I took a mat to Githu and hoped that God would actually make a way for me. The place was muddy, way muddier than the other times I’ve been there on muddy days. And then, there was no bus in sight. The purple ones and the greenish ones…I’d expected to find a line of hopeful hustlers waiting patiently for a bus in that field, but there was no one. So I asked some guy there “Hakuna magari za town?” Personally, that was a nasty blow…on my own balls …mental balls, like who asks such questions, in a place like Githu, anyway, I just needed to get going and maybe this would help. He pointed towards my left, and didn’t even offer a word. So helpful of him. 😐
I walked to the even muddier place and looked at the buses packed there. The mud on my Vans was already getting into my nerves so I took two wet wipes and cleared the mess…they weren’t as white as they were when I left my room but at least they looked decent enough to carry me through my first day in a constitutional law class. All the people there were yelling, “Forty!! Forty!!” And in my head I was like, okay honestly, forty is too cheap for a morning, are these vehicles really going to town? So I stood there and waited. I don’t know what I was waiting for, a sign maybe…I really don’t know. But forty bob was too cheap, I expected fifty shillings or eighty at most, but not a hundred because that meant that I would miss lunch.
The bus standing before me was fast filling with passengers and I so badly needed to get to class. So, I boarded. Pulled out my current read, A Time to Kill and got lost in the pages. Minutes later the lady next to me gave me that slight push every Kenyan passenger gives a fellow seat mate when they’re preoccupied with something else and it’s time for them to pay fare. I looked at the driver and asked him how much the fare was, he said sixty, and moved on the the next seat, I knew he was still on my case. So I slid my hand into the side picket of my bag, the pocket harboring the last coins I had, and reached out for two twenty shillings coins. Wait. Two?
I was sure that I had seventy shillings when I was going to bed last night. That is the amount I had put inside the bag, kwani what happened? So I searched again, it was still twenty shillings. This was like trying to read a break up text upside down hoping it’d change a thing – futile and heartbreaking, all at once. He came back and I took a breath and gave him the forty shillings. The Lady next to me took this as an opportunity to nag him about the rugged fifty shillings note that he had handed her and with this the guy just walked away.
Had he forgotten, or had he not realized that I’d given him less money. What if he found out when I was getting off the bus? That I’d duped him? Or he’d actually find a better word for it. Was I ready for all that shame? I recalled the stupid ways I’d missed my classes
First one, the class was communicated too late, I knew it would be at eleven, then I’m told it’s starting at eight, yet it’s already seven twenty and leaving campus at that time would do me no good…I would never make it, even with an uber
Second Wednesday, I was in Kisumu for a conference, luckily, there wasn’t a class
Third Wednesday I was just late, traffic and all, I got here when he was leaving class
Fourth one, haha, I was dealing with a breakup, why am I so foolish though? 😂😂😂 I actually missed a class…for some reason, it looked like Thursday, still Okay
So this one that I had really purposed to attend was not going down so well, I wanted to attend that class, at least know how he looked, how he talks and maybe even participate in the class
Did I have to alight at Allsoaps? Then what happens to me? I walk? Because the only thing I had, which was close to money was some pieces of paper that we were given at the mess when those guys ran short of coins. That currency was only acceptable in KUSoL, not anywhere else, and the guy would think I’d lost it if I gave him an explanation of that kind. They were worth 34 bob, imagine, that was everything I owed the conductor and even an extra fourteen shillings !!
I was close to destiny, and I was sure my reputation was at stake. How I wished I could just skip to the part where I was in a Constitutional Law class and then come back to face these troubles later…the third guy on the same row as the lady and I alighted at Guru Nanak…so the lady moved away just enough to let me pass…I might as well just walk out like I’d paid the whole amount. So when I was about to get up, I happened to look down and I saw a shiny thingummy that resembled a coin. I stretched my hand to get it, and yes…it was a cold, shiny twenty shillings coin. I really didn’t bother to find out if it was really mine…I just walked to him, said “Ngara” and as I walked out I gave him the twenty bob and off I went.
So much for one morning but I am so glad I made it to class, by eight seventeen. I hope next Wednesday shall be easier for me…probably less dramatic…and I am never boarding a vehicle with less than a hundred shillings, never ever 😂😂😑
KUSoL stands for Kenyatta University School of Law
KUSoLites are the people who study there, you know like, Israel- Israelites 😂😂😂…same applies